Daily Prompt : Foggy

In response to one-word prompt: Foggy

My mind is foggy about certain places, certain foods, and certain events in my life. One thing is sure, I will never forget the day we had a solar eclipse, I was about eight nine years old, our teacher told us not to look directly at the sun. My classmates pointed at the eclipse, I looked directly at it, I forgot what the nuns told us.

I was so fascinated by what I saw I could not help looking at it. When I came home I did the same. In the evening I noticed my blurred vision. I did not tell my dad, I hoped it would go away, it took a few days, I thanked my lucky stars and promised, I’d never do this again. This memory of the eclipse did not fade.

Certain foods I had years ago is fresh in my mind. After the month of Ramadan, we have a day when we celebrate by eating delicious food and we wear new clothes, on one of these occasions, my mom could not cook due to ill-health, our servant cooked that day. I do not know how he cooked the pilaf , I disliked the taste and refused to eat pilaf for several years. The trauma of eating our servant’s cooking still remains sharp in my memory.

Also I find some languages are difficult than others. I hear a lot of French, because our official language is English and French. One day I went to a store where they sell cups and saucers. The sales girl, excitedly told me about the sale in her store. she spoke in French, she spoke so fast, I could not understand a word she said. I smiled and said,    ‘I haven’t the foggiest idea what you just said.’

It’s after her co-worker explained in English I understood what she meant!

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Daily Prompt : Tether

In response to one-word prompt : Tether

Sometimes I wonder if we kept our dog tiger in a leash, he’d live longer. We let him roam around freely, we thought restraining him could break his spirit. But such freedom came with a price, his restless self cost him his life. Someone ran him over and moved on.

We were heartbroken knowing we’d never see him in front of our Dad’s horse drawn carriage, trying to stop the guy from taking Dad to work.

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