by Nikesh Murali
"There," he said. The boy placed the ball at the spot the man had pointed out to with one of his crutches, and stepped back. "A bit further," he said. The boy pushed the ball lightly with his foot till the man confirmed the position with a satisfied smile. They gazed at the horizon, contemplating the distance the man could possibly clear with his phantom leg. Together, they imagined – the distance; the ecstasy.
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Nikesh Murali's poems and short stories have appeared in ebooks, ezines, anthologies, journals and magazines all over the world. His works have been translated into several languages. He was nominated for the Pushcart Prize in 2007 by Shalla Magazine. You can reach him online here.
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9 comments:
I had to read this twice to realize just how thought- provoking and powerful is this short piece. This belongs in something bigger - would love to read the short story. Wonderful.
caccy46
Caroline Wells
Love this.
it gave me chills of joy....
Thank you for your kind comments.
Outstanding piece of writing.
Beautiful concept, beautifully written.
Suscinct...enjoyable, left me thinking about the hows and why fors...as does most of your work!
A sparkling tip of a story iceberg. Beautiful and touching.
I had heard this once before, but there is nothing like reading it yourself to savour the ideas and images. As always, there is so much behind your words to contemplate.
Robyn
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