FLASH FICTION BY SHAFUGTA MANSHA-PAKISTAN

A REMINISCENCE

It was a pleasant afternoon of spring; the cool breeze was blowing, causing the whispering of leaves, so melodious to hear. The funky beds of roses were full of nectar, no less than a heaven for the insects of the seasons. The fragrance was enriching the soul. My son and I were in the back garden for a routine promenade. I was talking with him about the beauties of nature, especially for the days of childhood. Suddenly I gazed towards a small thing, a reminiscence. My eyes were stopped on her. It was the beauty queen of my childhood, sitting carelessly on the velvety fragrant rose flower, sipping its nectar to her fill, spreading her black-dotted and golden-domed body on the scarlet untouched bed. I was overjoyed and interrupted her in her luxurious manner and shouted as if some treasure were regained.

Look! Look! Look! (It was an amalgamation of fascination and excitement.) Truly unexplained.

What? Where? Azmeer replied with surprise.

Look! Here!

On the velvety scarlet petal!

Now on the shiny green leaves!

Now up in the air, igniting her dazzling shimmers of polka dots!

And opening her elytra and blurring from vision.

Oh no! I missed the chance to play dead with her, of which she is ever a victorious queen.

Note: I have used "she" deliberately for an insect, as she rules my memory, which is lost now, as ladybugs are not frequently seen like in the past.

AUTHOR:

SHAGUFTA MANSHA-PAKISTAN

M.phill scholar at The University of Chenab-Gujrat-Pakistan

HOD  of language and literature departement                

In Elite college of Management sciences,