Short Story: Freedom

“So how does it feel?” I asked.

“I’m scared,” she half-smiled, not attempting in any way to hide her anxiety.

“About what?” I asked, pretending to not know the answer.

She looked at me nervously, but didn’t say a word. Instead, she let her brown, deep eyes do the talking.

“You won’t get caught,” I smiled reassuringly.

Her hand was inches away from mine, but I wasn’t sure if I’d come across as romantic or rash if I held it. So instead, I directed her attention towards the vast blue ocean in front of us.

“Forget about your father,” I said. “Forget about traditions. Forget about religion. Forget about restriction. Forget about punishment. Forget it all, and close your eyes. Close your eyes and take a deep breath.”

As if waiting to hear those precise words, she closed her eyes. In the deep breath she took, there lay another brave little step in taking on the world she could only resent, but not desert; that she could only disturb, but not defy.

She opened her eyes once again to the gorgeous view in front of her.

“How does it feel now?” I asked

“It feels like freedom,” she smiled, as my hands gently reached for hers.


Note: This story was first published on October 17, 2011. It was written for an online group. We were given the above image and asked to write flash fiction on it.


Picture courtesy: Google. None of the pictures are owned by the author all rights belong to the original owner(s) and photographer(s).

© Copyright belongs to the author, Nikhil Taneja. The article may not be reproduced without permission. A link to the URL, instead, would be appreciated.


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