Lamps of Life

40 years ago, our little village had been mired in misery and poverty, the target of brutal Government suppression.

The villagers kept suffering in silence, till one day, Grandma decided that she’d had enough. Thus started the weekly Lamps of Life festival, during which everyone in the village lights a lamp and releases it into the river.

PHOTO PROMPT © Carla Bicomong

And wonder of wonders, our fortunes took a dramatic U-turn since that day. Everyone became filthy rich, and the Government goons left us well alone now.

Using the lamps to send our cocaine downstream to the city had indeed been a genius plan.

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100 words.

Written as a part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields (more details HERE). The objective is to write a story in 100 words or less based on the weekly photo prompt. To read many more stories based on this week’s prompt, visit HERE.

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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57 Responses to Lamps of Life

  1. abhiray59 says:

    Too good to believe. Gods smile, when a lamp is lit. Many lamps may do miracles.

  2. That was such an amazing twist at the end.

  3. Akshata Ram says:

    There had to be something but never had I envisioned this.. you must make a Bollywood movie tell ya!

  4. Lynn Love says:

    That was quite a twist at the end! Totally unexpected. What an enterprising drug lord Grandma was.

  5. draliman says:

    Haha, go Grandma!

  6. Iain Kelly says:

    So that’s why these lanterns are so popular these days!

  7. neilmacdon says:

    That made me laugh

  8. Neat twist in the tale, as always!

  9. Priya says:

    That’s nice little twist at the end.. wicked grandma😉

  10. granonine says:

    Great twist, fun story 🙂

  11. Dale says:

    Burst out laughing at the end, Anurag! Well done!

  12. pennygadd51 says:

    Nice one, Anurag! The perfect cover for smuggling!

  13. Alice Audrey says:

    LOL! What a great last line.

  14. plaridel says:

    as they say, necessity is the mother of invention. but the question is, how long will this good “fortune” last?

  15. subroto says:

    Ha! Ha! No Godfathers needed when Grandmother is around, fun twist at the end.

  16. prior.. says:

    Just FYI – the flow of your fiction was disrupted because the photo is in the middle
    Of the 100 words – I missed the coke part – and does such a short fiction need to be separated ?
    But then again it is not that big of a deal – but the photo credit is part of the fiction when you read

  17. 4963andypop says:

    Funny. This and the mermaid one have such clever twists on what is actually being sent out in the boats. I imagine the government officials have their hands full now, what with all the coke addicts in the city!

  18. gahlearner says:

    That last line made spit my coffee. What a great tale, starts so innocent.

  19. magarisa says:

    Ha! I love the twist at the end.

  20. Dear Anurag,

    Here I was…all set for a spiritual experience and, wham!!!! I’m glad I wasn’t eating or drinking, I would’ve spewed! Brilliant.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  21. jillyfunnell says:

    What a big stash you have, Grandmama – very funny take.

  22. Jan Morrill says:

    What a great last line. I love the way Grandma thinks!

  23. notestowomen says:

    Didn’t see that ending coming. Who would have thought Grandma would have come up with such a plan?

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