Aditi sighed as she stared at the huge bundle of toys that fell out from the cupboard as soon as she opened it.
There were enough toys to fill a toystore, and then some, courtesy of family and friends, but sadly she couldn’t just convince them that smothering her little son with toys wasn’t going to bring back his father.
She knew that they pitied her but she didn’t want that for she was the proud wife of a martyr – a son of the country who had laid down his life for the sake of his motherland.
This post was written in response to the Three Line Tales, Week 246 prompt by Sonya. Thanks to Sonya for hosting this challenge. If you want to participate, please visit the link for instructions and other guidelines!
Ouch. I know, that was a sad one but I just went where the prompt led me. And it turned out to be tragic but hey, then again, light can be found even in the darkest of times.
I have pushed the 6WSP roundup post for tomorrow. I am still on the way to recovery and it seems like a long one. After the fever, sinusitis has dug its claws into me. 😦
For the visually challenged readers, the image shows a screenful of toys thrown about haphazardly. There are different types of small toy figures in different shapes and colours.
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