The Forgiveness #TellTaleThursday

Prompt for this week: Write a story on the image given below. Weave a story, and share the link.

Photo by Nathan Dumlao on Unsplash


The Forgiveness


His wrinkled hands joined together, but his eyes didn’t dare to look into mine. This was the day, I had waited for. But now, it felt useless, this whole charade of forgiveness. How did it matter anyway? That boat sailed … long ago. I couldn’t forgive him anymore. His pitiful eyes didn’t evoke any feelings in me. His genuine tears didn’t move me. I had waited my entire life for this apology. However, it didn’t give me the kick I thought it would give me.

Pulling his chin up, I asked, “Do you mean it? Have you ever tried to reach me to apologize ?”

He wiped his face. And looked at his hand – smeared with his sweat, tears, and blood.

He stammered, ” I… I didn’t know that you existed… son.”

I scoffed, “What right do you have to call me your son?” And I looked in his eyes, they were the same color as mine, auburn colored.

Pulling out an old picture I showed him- it was him, all those years ago, holding me in his arms. I didn’t need to tell him that he lied to me. Shame was shining in his eyes.

I didn’t wait for an answer and drove off, leaving him alone, crying in the middle of the jungle.



In the month of July, we are taking a break from #TellTaleThursday. We’ll resume in August. 

Feel free to write on the prompt. You can share the links in the comment section. We promise to read it. There is no word limit.

We request you to kindly share our links in your posts. <#TellTalethursday with Anshu and Priya> so that others can reach us. As always, write bold write unique.

4 thoughts on “The Forgiveness #TellTaleThursday

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.