Birthdays hold special meaning to most people. We start unaware that we are celebrating our birthdays, those parties are mostly for our parents’ benefit. Then we grow to enjoy and look forward to the next one and the one after that, either we throw our own parties or receive surprise ones from our friends and family. But somewhere along the way, we dread the years’ passing as we near and get past our prime; some see age as a burden after this. And finally there comes a time when we stop counting altogether and let our family remind us how long we’ve stayed a resident of this world.
This short story portrays one of these moments on Henry’s birthday – “Not just another birthday party“.
People do not understand loss and grief until they experience it themselves. All of a sudden the very air is suffocating and you forget how easy it was to breath before. Colors slowly dull and sounds are gradually muted, symptoms of one’s very will to live on being sapped through every teardrop shed . Until you can cry no more and that pool of memories is your only world.
And then, something happens and you start to stand up and walk away from the Gloom. You are lucky if you can pinpoint and remember that specific trigger. “The scent of goodbye” tries to capture that moment.
The past few days I have been writing some flash fiction. I really enjoyed making a plot out of my self-imposed 400-word restriction. There’s not much room for building the setting, characters, and description but writing in lieu of these gets my creative juices flowing. I hope you enjoy these works.