My brother

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Thank you Dorothy for this lovely picture

December 2, 1997

Today, Alen woke me up early. He knew well that I slept late in night but all he care about is discipline in life.

At times, he’s bossy but mother is always on his side and has given him every right to bring discipline in my life.

How could a big brother be so ruthless in waking his younger brother for a bicycle ride and that too seven in the morning?

I read somewhere that a child’s prayer is readily heard. God please help and take my brother away from me, he’s strict and I want freedom in my life…”

August 9, 2017

I just saw an old note in diary. Twenty years ago, I didn’t know the importance of Allen in my life and today when I bid him farewell, I realized his importace in my life.

Alen was my big brother, he was my friend but more than anything else he was the son of soil.

Thank you Alen for making me what I am today

May you Rest in peace bro

(174 words)

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The above story is in response to flash fiction for aspiring writers hosted by PricelessJoy.

God knows better

three line tales, week 34: yellow car in Havana

1996:

Down in a street, eyeing a yellow car, I wished to drive it.

2006:

Walking under a sizzling heat of June’s sun, I though to get a car.

2016:

I dreamt of a car and got cars for myself. True, we make plans but God’s plans are best.


This post is in response to Three Lines Tales by Sonya. Image courtesy Wolf Schram.

With four lines this is my three lines tale 🙂