{"id":375,"date":"2017-10-09T11:42:01","date_gmt":"2017-10-09T11:42:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/?p=375"},"modified":"2017-11-02T10:22:17","modified_gmt":"2017-11-02T10:22:17","slug":"consolation-photo-flash-fiction-fridayfotofiction","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/consolation-photo-flash-fiction-fridayfotofiction\/","title":{"rendered":"Consolation \u2013 Photo Flash Fiction #FridayFotoFiction"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This story is written as part of Friday Foto Fiction. It is a Weekly Blog Hop to celebrate fiction writing co-hosted by\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/tinabasu.com\/\" data-blogger-escaped-target=\"_blank\">Tina<\/a>\u00a0&amp;\u00a0<a href=\"http:\/\/sirimiri.in\/\" data-blogger-escaped-target=\"_blank\">Mayuri<\/a>. They give a photo prompt every week and participants need to write a flash fiction based on the photo in 100-150 words.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~<\/p>\n<p>Their eyes met. He understood in an instant.<\/p>\n<p>Few tears and many sighs later he sought a word in private with her. They hesitated. She held her breath until they nodded reluctantly.<\/p>\n<p>Nobody spoke until they reached the caf\u00e9.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cI am tired\u2026 tired of mourning. Don\u2019t get me wrong. I loved him with all my heart, you know I did. But I am tired of proving it every day. I can\u2019t talk to other men, can\u2019t step out of the house\u201d she broke down.<\/p>\n<p>He had witnessed their love from the day all three of them stepped inside college gate, had been both of their best friend for last 15 years.<\/p>\n<p>The accidental death of Sudhir had left him numb and her as a prisoner. He was glad he could buy some moments of freedom for her. He patted her hand and assured her that things will be alright.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" class=\"size-full wp-image-283 aligncenter\" src=\"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Friday-Foto-Fiction.jpg\" alt=\"Friday-Foto-Fiction\" width=\"200\" height=\"200\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Friday-Foto-Fiction.jpg 200w, http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Friday-Foto-Fiction-150x150.jpg 150w, http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Friday-Foto-Fiction-165x165.jpg 165w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 200px) 100vw, 200px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on the_content --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on the_content -->","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This story is written as part of Friday Foto Fiction. It is a Weekly Blog Hop to celebrate fiction writing co-hosted by\u00a0Tina\u00a0&amp;\u00a0Mayuri. They give a photo prompt every week and participants need to write a flash fiction based on the photo in 100-150 words. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ Their eyes met. He understood in an instant. Few tears [&hellip;]<!-- AddThis Advanced Settings generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><!-- AddThis Share Buttons generic via filter on get_the_excerpt --><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":376,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_mi_skip_tracking":false},"categories":[6,11],"tags":[115,105,85,84],"amp_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375"}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=375"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":384,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/375\/revisions\/384"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/376"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=375"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=375"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.gayatrigadre.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=375"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}