Cry Baby – a flash fiction

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Cry Baby

My first day at my new university so far away from my homeland and here I am, already full of mixed emotions. Her letter added to my commotion.

I open the paper with tremulous hands.

“Missing you! When will you come back?”   

Crying for me. This girl has nothing better to do. It’s not that I don’t like her. But liking was not enough. We were kids no more who give and take without selfishness.

Ambition, success, power, money – her rich parents were looking for all these in a guy who would keep their only daughter happy.

I had almost shouted at her “I have no money. And mind it! Money doesn’t grow on trees!!

She listened dumbly with tearful eyes. Always crying. Silly girl!

That’s the last I saw of her before I crossed seas, to find my worth in a new country. To prove myself to the world.

Here she writes again. Cry baby!

I can’t do anything about her”, I hear my agitated voice while drops of water streaming from my eyes drench the paper-shreds that I slowly set free, to let them float on river water. Parting ways, each shred carves its own path.

© 2016 Alka 

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Written for Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers, hosted by Priceless Joy.
Picture prompt by TJ Paris

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27 thoughts on “Cry Baby – a flash fiction

    • Tearing apart, a process of letting go is mostly irreversible; liberating and painful at the same time. ‘Dainty spins’ is a nice word for these stories that have taken hold of me. Thanks Raj for your views and the wishes!


  1. Oooooh, this is a bit of a mysterious story, Alka. I’m not sure if I get it entirely. Sounds like a story of a guy wanting to get lost but he might feel a twinge of guilt for making someone sad back home. Moving on is never easy, especially if it is moving on from people we’ve been with for a while, whether it’s a family member, a romantic relationship or simply an acquaintance.Each person who walks into our life no matter how brief often leaves an impact on us.

    Love how you used imagery there to end off the fiction piece. Beautiful and it is reminiscent of so much emotion within the main character.

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    • Guess what Mabel…at the time of writing it was rather a very simple story but it turned out better than I expected.

      And exactly that’s what he’s doing – trying to get lost – for that’s the only way he can think clearly for now, while taking some concrete measures to improve his life prospects, something that life taught him he must do. Moving on is of course difficult but often essential. No wonder there is this importance given to being in touch with those who matter.
      Thanks Mabel for your interpretation and appreciation of the story and its characters. Your insight and views are always treasured 🙂


      • This is why I love your writing, Alka, be it fiction or non-fiction. You pick a simple story and then pick at it, pulling it apart. Change is constant in our lives, so it makes sense to move – and move along with lessons learnt from our past 🙂

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