Surrounded by bright almost blinding camera flashes, carpet as red as fresh human blood, bodies in ensemble more expensive than my house, I felt overwhelmed and lost at the same time.
I am an indie actress with a promising film nominated in Cannes Film Festival. This is big. Bigger than my dreams as a kid.
As the world waits for the show to start, my eyes widely surveys the festive scene. Then I saw the blue, the yellow and the red drinks— the colours of my country’s flag.
They took me home. Away from the limelight and shimmering cinematic sight. Near my beloved yet almost hungry-all-the-time children.
If only my eyes can swallow all they see, I will take them all and free my children from the prison called poverty.
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Word count: 130
©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo credit: Sunday Photo Fiction
NOTE: The three wine glasses have the colours of my country’s flag. 🙂
In response to Sunday Photo Fiction for May 22, 2016.
Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly writing challenge hosted by Alastair Forbes where a photo is used as a prompt for a piece of fiction using around 200 words. The piece doesn’t have to center around exactly what the photo is, it can be just used as a basis for a story.
So intense… I could even sense her desperation and hatred. Way to go, my dear friend! 😉
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Oh geez! My favorite reader is back and I am more than glad! 😀 😀 😀 Thank youuuuuuuuuu!
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My pleasure! 😀 and I’m so glad to read your wonderful stories again. 😀
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awwww. I miss you to the moon and back! 😀 😀 😀
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Me too! 😘😘😘
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❤ ❤ ❤
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Nice one!
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Thank you! 🙂
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Nothing can get you more homesick than your own country’s flag. Love it!!
❤ ❤ Dajena
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I agree. Thank you, Dajena! 😀
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Oh my, as always you carry us away–into your story, and beyond. Great work, Rosey!
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aww. that is such a wonderful comment, my sister! ❤
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🙂 🙂
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❤
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Oh! The agony 😦
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indeed. 😦
Thank you!!!
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rather intense, nice post
http://obliqview.blogspot.in/2016/05/thefoolhardy-can-you-make-this.html
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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Heartfelt! Great story! 😊
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Thank you! 🙂
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Oh my gosh, so beautiful, so powerful. I can feel your desires and ambition to help your family live a better life come through in the main character. And I think it’s a goal that rings true with most of us, making this story even more powerful. Great job, my dear!
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Oh thank you very much, Jade! I guess our fictions and poems always have a tinge of our own story. ❤ Thank you!!!
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GREAT story! Poverty truly is a prison!
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Indeed a prison! A prison hard to escape. Thank you, PJ!
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Yes, sadly, it is hard to escape. Yet, it is possible and possible to do it the right way.
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It is hard but not impossible. 🙂 Thank you, PJ!
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In the limelight, we tend to become thoughtless. This vision is so much better. May it pervade. Well-said–well-crafted–Rosema!
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That is true. Thank you very much!:D
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wow, this is a beautiful and powerful little story. I love the drinks analogy and the character’s interpretation of it. Awesome. 🙂
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Thank you very much, Mel! That’s the photo’s first impression to me. 😀
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You’re welcome 🙂 that’s a fantastic first impression!
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geez! thank you very much! 😀 😀 😀
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You’re welcome 🙂
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😉
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A moving story. Well told. thank you.
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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You’re welcome 🙂
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🙂 🙂 🙂
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Beautiful take on the prompt.
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thank you, Lyn! 🙂
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