Maape, A short story from Keepsake

 

My daughter often makes up songs 

She sings… 

When I was little 

I was a pebble

My parents were

Big giants to me 

We grow up watching them in awe

Picking their manners, tone and words

The mother tongue, the father’s name

Inherited, borrowed or received

The wisdom, blessings, and admonitions.. 

It’s difficult to visualise our parents as anything else.. as babies, teenagers, students, spouse or lovers… 

While promoting I had to visualise my short stories as famous paintings

For Maape, the closest interpretation was -  the Gothic couple by Grant Wood 

Mostly a horror inspired genre

It reminds me of an aeging couple 

Who look the same, sound the same 

Hardened with life and each other 

Maape, a story about parents as a child

I wasn’t sure of its ending..

How do you end a story, a love story 

You hope you came from

How do you have a Happy ending 

Remembering them, as you wish they were

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