#AtoZchallenge #flashfiction: I for It was too good to be true


As part of the A to Z Challenge,  through the month of April I’ll be posting a story a day based on photographs by Joseph T. Richardson and prompts given to me by blog-friends.
Writing prompt: It was too good to be true…

Provided by: Vidya Sury, friend, fellow writer, and one of the magnificent Seven of #TeamDamyanti

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#atozchallenge :I for it was too good to be true

#atozchallenge :I for it was too good to be true

            That year Sam found his first grey hair, he picked up the habit of talking in phrases he’d read in books.

         A man can be destroyed but not defeated, he would say, or Your children are not your children, or, God never made a promise that was too good to be true; as if those phrases would fend off the years.

            His wife wondered if had taken up with a girlfriend. He practised yoga, downed wheatgrass and celery juice, gave away his bottles of expensive wine, turned vegan.

              He sat entire evenings in his study, the lights ablaze, staring at the paintings on the wall: amorous couples, flowers, children. So much life, such beauty, and there he sat, not growing any longer, decaying that very moment.

When his wife asked him why he sat so quiet, It’s called meditation, he said, you should try it some time. The best things in life are free.

The year they diagnosed him with diabetes, he did not speak to his wife for a week.

In three words I can sum up everything I know about life: it goes on, he said afterwards,  and doubled the exercise, halved his food. He soon looked like his shadow self. His wife protested. It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not, he said, and munched on more lettuce. His eyes sank into their sockets, ready to go to sleep, his skin wrinkled like of a man twice his age and yet he ploughed on.

I’m not afraid of death; I just don’t want to be there when it happens, he said to anyone who asked how he was. But you’re not dying, they said. You begin to die the minute you’re born, Sam withdrew into his study, where a treadmill now took pride of place.

That day they took him to the hospital, short of breath and chanting, Death is nothing at all, it does not count, he had jogged ten kilometers. His wife walked with him as they wheeled him into surgery, Do shut up, Sam, she said.

If you want me again, look for me under your boot soles. He closed his eyes and smiled. Play it, Sam, his wife said, Play it again, but he did not hear her.

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Are you taking part in the A to Z challenge? Do you read or write fiction? Ever write based on a prompt? Do you ever wonder about aging, death? Why, why not?

33 thoughts on “#AtoZchallenge #flashfiction: I for It was too good to be true

  1. Well told story. I think about death and aging much more now that I’m getting older and watching my mother age. I see my late father in me as I watch my adult children having their own families. Life does go on.

    Lee
    Wrote By Rote
    An A to Z Co-host blog

  2. You know what, Damyanti? I believe this story. I’ve seen varying degrees of this. Talk about living in a make-believe world!

    Great treatment to the prompt! :D I wonder how you do it. You’re traveling. You’ve got limited internet. You’re busy with family stuff offline. And yet you turn out story after magnificent story. Hugs! So glad we chatted!

  3. Lovely theme Vidya and what a unique take and splendid narration Damayanti!!! *bows down with respect for the narration*

    ~S(t)ri
    Participant|AtoZ Challenge 2014
    Smile, it makes (y)our day!

  4. I read and re-read this, and will probably read it again; there’s so much in life to enjoy that we often don’t appreciate it until we see and feel it slipping away as we make our final grasps to hold onto it. A great story…

  5. You packed a lot of life into this short post, Damyanti. I loved reading how Sam cycled through different phases of thinking and being: acceptance, inertia, activity, and finally, it seems to me, some measure of peace. A good story and a good ending. Indeed, as Frost wrote, the meaning to life is that “it goes on”!

I love comments, and I always visit back. Blogging is all about being a part of a community, and communities are about communication! Tweet me up @damyantig !

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