reflecting shadows
puddles of water on fields
workers in sedge hats
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fields filled with water
men descends to place seedlings
gilded performers
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women in kasa
traditional performance
the paddies planted
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bow down in prayer
planting the mother earth’s womb
promising fine crops
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young girls singing songs
hoping for a good harvest
time for festival
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aura of dances
enhanced crop’s vitality
melodies in air
* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 220
“I fell down,” she told her grandma.
“Oh dear!”
“But I am alright. Children fall down often, right?”
“Well, that is what people say. But who told you so?”
“Pa!”
“Hmm.. Do you know your pa had got almost every joint of his body fractured at one time or another by felling down when he was your age.”
“Really?”
“Really. We had to rush to the doctor every other month; once he got his one breakage fixed, he would get another one.”
“Oh!”
“Now let me see if you have hurt yourself in any way.”
“No, I haven’t. It isn’t much, just a little bruise here and there.”
“I will get some antiseptic for you.”
“It will sting?”
“A little.”
“Do you have to apply it?”
“I guess so.”
She pondered for a while, “I am a big girl now. I will deal with it.”
“That is good. Now come here.”
* Written in exact 5 minutes for Five Minute Friday Prompt
Copyright – Janet Webb
The not-so-red, slightly pink frock was hovering in the air and it appeared as if an invisible girl was clad in it, hung there by the side-railing.
“Momma, see that pretty frock,” the girl walking along her mother by the street, pointed towards this piece of cloth.
“It is pretty.”
“I want it,” her eyes glinted with hope.
“I’ll ask dada to get one for you.”
“But I want this one,” she tugged at her mother’s arm, restraining to move any further.
“Don’t whine.”
“But…”
She was pulled up in the arms and taken away, her eyes adorned with tears.
Note:-
This is written in consideration of the Friday Fictioneers writing prompt.
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