Story: The Grapevines!

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She was still staring at that picture when I gently took her hands into mine. They were cold.

Grapevines are never to be trusted”. Her voice shivered with pain as she spoke

I smiled and said, “But, grapevines are looking majestic”.

You are a liar. They’re ruthless”, she shrieked.

The redness of her eyes frightened me.

But you can always move forward”, I tried to make her calm.

I can’t. I have got nothing left in my life”. Her weary voice shook with the fear of uncertain future.

She clutched my arm as if she was scared and whispered, “The ecstasy of the feeling of my love made me blind. I left my parents and in these grapevines he rejected me. He left me.”

She let out a loud cry and became unconscious. The next moment, doctors huddled around her bed and I assisted them.

Once, my mother scolded me on my decision but I’m happy with my professional career.

 My patients put their trust in me. I’m a nurse and I’m proud of my decision.

————————————————————————————————————————This post is a response to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers. This weeks photo is provided by Vanessa Rodriguez. 

The word count is 176. Thanks Priceless Joy for this opportunity.

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19 thoughts on “Story: The Grapevines!

  1. A dramatic and emotional scene, in which you’ve shown the nuse’s patience in dealing with a difficult situation. I was not a nurse myself (though many of the women in my family have been, or still are) and I know how demanding the work can be. Nicely written, naturelover. 🙂

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        1. It’s great to know something about you!
          The love of geography and passion for nursing depict your strong personality 🙂
          I’m glad that you are able to relate yourself with this ordinary piece of writing here !

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