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100 steps of doubt


Medini took hurried steps.
She passed a little girl with two braids, hands on her hips, red with anger and a young little boy, holding on to her pleated skirt. The little girl slapped a blurred face “That’s for hitting my brother”. The girl then walked away holding hands with her brother. Soon the milling crowd enveloped her.
Soon their roles will be reversed.
Why and how, Medini was not sure.
And this was no time to be thinking.
She was some 100 steps away from posting the Rakhi, the sacred vows of protection.
She sprinted.

Linking up with Write on Edge : 100 words on Conflict
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  1. dontpanic2011August 3, 2012 at 8:42 AM

    This is a sweet post - despite being about a conflict. I love the protectiveness of the girl and the certainty that in a few years the little brother will be repaying that.

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  2. UnknownAugust 3, 2012 at 11:23 AM

    Excellent post! I saw the scene with the girl and her brother as a vision or premonition of some kind - that was the impression I got anyway! There was a definite sense of urgency at the end that I really liked.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 3, 2012 at 6:33 PM

      Thank you so much. It makes me so happy to see that you actually saw through the scene and the urgency. Once again thank you so much for your kind words.

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  3. LanceAugust 3, 2012 at 11:30 AM

    This is expected, normal, but interesting conflict. I like the deep care, here.

    great job with the last line

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 3, 2012 at 6:29 PM

      Thank you Lance. Your appreciation is so encouraging.

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  4. Shelton Keys DunningAugust 3, 2012 at 8:24 PM

    I love the foreshadowing. You accomplished quite a bit in such a small space. Well done!

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  5. TessaAugust 3, 2012 at 9:54 PM

    I loved the protection of the sibling. I remember my girls going after the older boys who were messing with their little brother. No one messes with their little brother...no one! Good job!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 4, 2012 at 10:09 AM

      Good to have such strong bonding among the kids. Thank you

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  6. CG @ Paper FuryAugust 4, 2012 at 4:18 PM

    I loved the picture you gave us of the little girl. She's so clear! Beautiful writing.

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 4, 2012 at 6:53 PM

      Thank you Cait for visiting and leaving such kind words with me :)

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  7. AnonymousAugust 13, 2012 at 2:53 AM

    I think that this festival of yours in which you post Rakhis is the sweetest of all!

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    1. Whispering ThoughtsAugust 13, 2012 at 7:31 AM

      Yes, Rakhi is the sweetest of all - all about siblings and their bonding.

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