Sunday Photo Fiction: A Round Belly #flashfiction #amwriting #fiction


Thank you to Alistair Forbes for hosting SPF. 

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A Mixed Bag

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“What’s that?” five-year-old Julia asked. 

“It’s a Buddha, dear,” Aunt Kim replied. 

“What’s a Buddha?” 

“For some people, Buddha is their god.” 

“Oh,” Julia asked perturbed. “But I thought he had a belly, a big one.” 

“Certain statues of Buddha have a belly,” Aunt Kim remarked. 

“But why?” Julia asked, “What does Buddha want?” 

“I think he wants enlightenment dear. I’m not sure why he’s portrayed as having a round belly only sometimes.” 

” He must eat a lot. My friend says he does yoga? I think a downward dog would be too hard for him. His stomach would get in the way,” Julia said thoughtfully, 

“I’m sure he manages, Julia.” Aunt Kim said chuckling. 

“What’s enlightenment?” 

Kim sighed, “Understanding and awareness. A lot to do with meditation, sitting still, thinking, and breathing in and out.” 

“Oh, but who put Buddha in your house?” 

“I’m not sure dear. Everyday I wake up and Buddha is on the shelves near the back door outside. I think the neighbour lady keeps putting him there for me. And each day I keep returning him,” Aunt Kim said agitated. 

” Tell the neighbour lady, we’ll keep Buddha if he has a round belly,” Julia replied with a giggle and grin. 

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved. 

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Poem: Free Verse – ” You Get What You Give” #poetry #amwriting 


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If words tumble out, a stumbling of words and tongue, 

Can you answer my questions, when I stutter and cry? 

When evil conspires in the speech of a mere voice, 

Not a person infront of you, just words over the phone.

Maybe you think you’re doing your job? 

But you’re morally decrepit. 

Bankrupt of mercy, and I wish you — nothing, 

But Karma, to flip you upside-down. 

The concept of Karma means, 

You get what you give, no matter who you are.  

We’re all mean, corrupted, and selfish, 

A world wide problem, broken inside and out, 

Some of us more ruined than others. 

We convince ourselves what is right, 

Anything I guess, if you can sleep at night?

But I am no cupcake, I will not be devoured.

I may be a little person, compared to the status of many, 

But as the words go, “I’m fiercer,” than most.

And my heels are dug in, I’ve retired my lipstick, 

And brought out my spears and my battle armour, 

The spirited warrior, though “she be little,” 

Diligent because,  I know what you’ll receive —

Exactly what you deserve, someday soon. 

So, I’ll show forgiveness, I won’t hold a grudge,

Because God alone, is your judge.

I don’t have to do anything, 

Because one day it will be you. 

Life happens, leaves us battered, 

In a senior’s home or a car accident. 

Could be any condition or disease, one day it will be you, 

So I pray for you, and I wish —

That someone will be kinder than you were to me, 

Someone will believe you’re actually sick.

Someone will care, how you will eek out a living. 

Someone will care, and won’t leave you empty handed. 

Hands full of nothing, but words which don’t matter, 

Words, no one hears, because Karma came knocking.

I hope someone listens, and has a good heart, 

For in some way we all suffer, and must lift each other up.

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©Mandibelle16. (2016) All Rights Reserved.