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The Celebration:The Inkwell Writing Prompt

Mr. Sam, an old man in his early 70s peeped through the pane window, his skin was now wrinkled and suffers short memory, but he could sense it was a celebration day as he watched the children roamed around throwing fireworks into the air, the sparkles seem to excite them as they made loud noises shouting at every blast. He smiled and wished he could join in the celebration, but he could no longer jump around, his bones were weak and his strength fails him.
"How time has changed," he said to his wife who was lying on the bed now wrapped inside a blanket
"You don't expect things to remain the same", she said trying to smuggle out of bed.
"No, I mean there were no fireworks in our time, maybe Christmas would have been more fun".
She laughed, realizing how he misses his youthful age. "Those times were good too, but we can go watch the children play" she suggested.


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Tina, his wife, kept wondering why her husband was interested in watching the children play this Christmas, he had never taken interest in events, not for the years she had lived with him. They walked gently through the corridor, Tina holding a stick that supported her strength.
"You know...," Mr. Sam began, "I had always wanted to throw a firework" he paused for a while and observed his wife who was walking behind, she said nothing and looked at him to show she was listening.
"Our parents were strict, they both had a bad experience with events, and never allowed us to visit any".
"What happened" she enquired.
"Myself don't know, maybe that's why I got phobia for ceremonies," he held her hands firmly, "I have nothing to lose now, and that's why I want to fulfill this desire".

They sat on a Lounger outside watching the children play. Mr. Sam wondered what his parents dread about events, the evening seems calm with the sparks from the fireworks which made the evening lively. He was amazed when a rocket was thrown, it split into some tiny sparkles that made an inscription of a Christmas tree. He had never watched a scene so beautiful. Tina poked him as she noticed how lost he was watching the children.
"Will you like to throw one?" She asked.
"Yes," he said loudly.
She smiled and fetched out a pack of fireworks, then picked one out and handed it over to him.
"I was hoping we will try something new," she said, knowing he was going to ask. He smiled, lighted it up, and held it up, they both watched the firework sparkling till it died down.
" Thank You, I will love to do this again," he said.

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