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Holding Hands Alone Together #Fridayreflections #fictionwriting

At #FridayReflections,  Corrine from EverdayGyaan and  Sanchie   give a writing prompt to blog about . The prompt for Sept 8, 2017 is Alone Together.

alone together

They were a loving couple , always  together , always seen holding each other’s hands .  Their love was the talk of the society as they could be seen holding each other’s hands everytime, whether going for shopping or a small evening walk.  Holding hands used to strengthen the intimacy between them as the heartbeats could be felt like dancing  Zumba on the love currents.

But after few years of marriage, life started moving on a rocky  and stressy road.  Argues and fights became a daily affair. The heartbeats still  danced but  not out of love. No more holding hands and no more butterfly feelings.

Today  the judge had finally signed their  judicial separation papers . Coming out of the courtroom,  they thought of holding   the hands  together once again  for the last time, although their hearts were feeling Alone Together.

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