When Push Comes to Shove

She was crying, begging me not to do such a cruel thing to her. But I knew it had to be done, so I shut her cries out.

I walked up to her with measured steps, I could see the sheer, undiluted terror in her shiny eyes, which were now starting to well up with a virtual deluge of tears, but I put blinkers on my own eyes, and kept on walking.

I was towering over her now, she seemed to have shrunk drastically, appearing to be much more smaller due to the fear that had taken over her mind and her body. I hated my own largeness then, but did not stop.

She was perched precariously on the edge of the cliff, and had no place left to escape.

I saw that the moment was just ripe, and then…I pushed her……hard.

She fell down the cliff, with a massive shriek, and I could feel the bile in my mouth, and my heart hammering so loudly that my eardrums almost burst.

And then…I heard her voice first. “Woooooooohhhhhh,” she said, as she flew back up and hovered in front of me. “See, flying isn’t that difficult,” I told her, my voice choked with pride and emotions.

And my little sparrow replied with a smile, “No, it’s not, especially when one has a great teacher like you. Happy Teacher’s Day, Dad!”




About anuragbakhshi

At the age of 40, I decided to exit the corporate world, and enter the world of stories as a full-time writer. Wish me luck!
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2 Responses to When Push Comes to Shove

  1. Charli Mills says:

    While your story is one of sparrows, it’s also one that expresses a father/daughter relationship. Thanks for finding an opportunity to share this with us at the Ranch!

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