Flash fiction
View(s):This very short story is written with punch and style. It doesn’t say much but a whole way of life – two styles of life actually, can be glimpsed through it.
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| Lost The new family who rented our grandparents old house was the queerest ever seen. The parents left their seventeen year old daughter at home as both of them worked far away and she, a hot tempered lass, kept the house in order and used a fiery tongue for the jeering men around her. Our grandma considered her big trouble; grandma didn’t get her monthly/weekly free coconuts as usual. Finding the situation quite unbearable, one day our grandma took one of our low stools, leapt through the gate, and went in, determined to take all the coconuts despite the barking of dogs. Hours passed by. The girl’s mother came home, the girl would surely have called her. Horrified to see the broken sticks near the gate, she must have come to a decision after hearing the whole story. She was angry. She paid our grandparents their monthly rent of Rs. 40 000/= and said, clearly determined to teach them a lesson, “We are leaving.” And so they went. All for a bunch of coconuts. Oneli D. Wijesundara |