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This is the final part of the story. Part 1 & Part 2 [linked]

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“I did not expect you to look older though”, he said genuinely surprised to find her standing in front of him.

“We age too, and part of this is to blend in when I visit Earth.” She replied as she settled on the mountain ledge.

“How did you even find this place ?”, she continued.

“Followed the signs from the old stories my ancestors collected. I realized quite late that stories are where all the knowledge is hidden. It’s a pity, people have stopped listening to them”. He said softly

“The stories are your bloodline, same as your son’s,  all this while. I feared he would fare best as a storyteller. And he figured the same when he seeked you out to learn this dying art.”

“My son ?” he asked puzzled, till he remembered the young man at his home, the one who after a year, had left that very morning to spread the ancient wisdom in the world, as a payment for his training.

Written for Six Sentence Story

The Meeting

[Part 1 of this tale was posted last week here ]

Hiding behind the heavily scented flowers, he felt a sense of calmness surround him.

His mind wandered to the first time he had seen her – in another waterfall that also served as a portal to Hell.

He never asked nor knew why she was banished from earth, even after she had taken their son away from him.

Suddenly he realized that she was no longer visible from his position.

He padded along the rocks, trying to find another spot to keep her in his sight.

Before he could settle again, he heard her standing behind him, “You look older”.

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Inspired by Crimson’s creative Challenge (Image) , Six sentence story (pad) and Twiglet

SON

Cenote Cave in the Yukatan by mattiaverga at Pixabay.com

He finally found the secret cave.
She appeared in the early morning with her guards.
As she waved in and out of the waterfall, she relished being home.
This was one of the few spots she could enter Earth.
This was where she met her son each year.

And today he too would see his boy.


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Inspired by Six sentence story (word prompt: wave) and Twittering tales (image prompt)

Meeting point

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

“They congregated up in the hills, far away from judging eyes”, he answered.
We were newly inducted to this secret society which my great-grandfather had started to track unexplained people and keep detailed records.We gathered intel on these aliens among humans who needed to be handled immediately.
“But that would be extreme,to do now”
“We can meet in this plaza”, he offered.
“The one with the white statue with eyes covered ?”
“Yeah, she sees nothing. We see nothing. The fucking world sees nothing nowadays.”
The cameras see it all, we knew but those could be erased.


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Inspired by First Line Friday (first line) and Friday Fictioneers (photo)

My stroy

Photo by Zoë Pappas at Pexels.com
“Take all the time you want,” he said encouragingly, pushing the paper and pen along with it, towards me.
If only I had time, I thought.
I knew I had to do this soon, if not right away. So, after years of hiding behind silence, I wrote the story all wanted to hear,but not the truth.

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Written for Twittering tales ( story in 280 characters or less, based on image )

Escape

Photo by Blair Fraser on Unsplash

The picture was all over the news – plane with about 300+ people aboard crashed in the middle of nowhere, a few minutes before landing.
Anu looked at the images, a dazed look in her eyes.
Their last conversation kept flashing before her eyes – they had argued about the way to handle the current mess.
“I do not want to run, Anu. We can not run away forever, can we?”, he had almost begged her to stay with him.
And she had, she had been sitting outside the airport as the plane left and later crashed.
She was glad she did not meet this fate, this kind of escape from life.

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Inspired by Sunday Photo Fiction (image) and Six Sentence Story (word: escape)

Path to freedom

She remembered the first time she walked this path. In the middle of nowhere, she had randomly stopped at this field and taken a walk on the dusty road. She had truly felt free in that moment. She had escaped a bad relationship, an exhausting job, and struggles with ideas of self-value.

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This path had beckoned to her mad desire to be break free from everything and everyone. She had returned to this place every year since the first time.

But today, She was not alone. She had no desire to walk the road to feel free. She had found the anchor to her desires and the wind to her flight in him. Soon she would walk the aisle with him.

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Inspired by Reena’s exploration challenge #95 (Eleutheromania – intense desire for freedom) and Crimson’s Creative Challenge #35 (Image prompt)

Outsider

Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com
Photo by Lisa Fotios @ Pexels.com

They were lost in the conversation, whatever, or whoever, it was about.

He was curious to know, but he knew better than to ask.

He had learned this part of hanging out with the ladies from early on – He was good to be passed the secret recipes, but not other’s secrets. Not yet.

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Written for Twittering Tales #144 (Photo prompt / Write a story in 280 character or less)

The Muse

It did not surprise me anymore, this struggle between holding on and letting go. It has started recently, but I had felt myself giving it more thought with every stroke. It was his doing; I wanted to scream but did not want to give him the satisfaction of knowing that he could provoke me.

I stepped back to look at the painting.

Earlier, I was bolder in colors and the grandness of the scenes, while he taught me to add the details. The muse had become the teacher I was not ready to please. He still demanded it all.

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Prompted @ Carrot Ranch [ Flash fiction Challenge in exactly 99 words – Paint ]