Tradition #FridayFictioneer

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Careful!” friend had cautioned, “girls going with outsiders is not approved.”

Just a movie,” Samir reasoned, “not a marriage proposal.”

The building with a  star!” Eva had assured, “you cannot miss.”

Hey you!” a big bearded man addressed Samir, as he was trying to find Eva’s house, “Eva is not coming.”

Why not?” the answer came in the form of a slap, “don’t you know it is Sabbath?

No clue what Sabbath was, Samir decided to scoot as a brick landed on the bonnet.

Today, many years later, building still stands as a reminder of a community that has long moved away.

Word Count : 102

This is an effort to write a flash fiction effort with the Friday fictioneers, 15th, Nov, 2019, using picture prompt provided by host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Other stories can be found here.

Photo Prompt : Roger Bultut

 

31 thoughts on “Tradition #FridayFictioneer

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  1. Your story is a nice blend of the two themes of personal emotion and public conformity. When the two come into conflict you show the resulting violence. I like the way you end hopefully, with the departure of the prejudice imposed by conformity.

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    1. Thank you for reading. There used to be a community in Kerala, called Malabar jews. Bombay also has a Jewish community. Remember Chabad House.

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  2. As if human relationships weren’t complicated enough, adding barriers like belief systems and practices makes it all the more so. I’m sorry the young man was treated so poorly.

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