Saturday 1 February 2014

Flash Fiction 2014 Longlist, Ananya Sarkar

Long Distance Call

“Shubho! How are you dear?”
“Well, things are continuing as usual here. I’m good.”
“No... I haven’t been able to give away your father’s things. It’s only been a few months since his demise...I think I need more time.”
 “Yes, I understand. By the way, are you visiting this Christmas?”
“Oh ...I was looking forward to cooking your favourite fish, making pickles for the kids...”
 “Is it really important?”
 “Okay. Hey, can I talk to the girls? Oh yes. I remember. Long distance call. I know dear, but I feel so nervous about using the Internet with no one by my side.”
A gust of wind blows through the window, ruffling the frail woman’s grey strands, caressing her cheeks and making the deafening silence complete.

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