“This is silly.”
“Nothing is silly.”
“Everything about this is silly! The colours, the jar, the little fountain…seashells? Really? Come on!”
“Suchita it is a birthday party…”
“For a 29-year-old! This. Is. Silly!”
“When was the last time you were silly?”
Suchita had no response. And since she couldn’t fight with logic, she fought with tears and pleas.
But all of it fell on deaf ears. Her sister was determined to get her to enjoy some silliness, even if she was 29.
And though Suchita would never accept it, she quite liked the aesthetic of the bright colours and seashells.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The idea is to write a 100-word story on a photo prompt. You can read the other stories here.
tales of Suchita 
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