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Sensory deprivation.
Write a piece where one (or more) of the senses is out of action or restricted in some way. It doesn't need to be a total lack of sound, for example, but maybe a place where people are forbidden from speech, or maybe a scene in total darkness. Those two are the most obvious but there are a lot of other senses to choose from, and not just the standard five, either. As well as sight, sound, smell, taste and touch, there's balance, heat, cold, hunger, thirst, the ability to know the position of your limbs without looking... Maybe even a sense of proportion. :) Standard most likes rules. No word limits. Have fun with it. Oh, and don't forget to tag me.
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Sherzod
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A bitter future...(story)

...everyone will reap what he sows

(proverb)

Fozil was returning home from a nursing home with his four-year-old son. He was happy that the problem he had been dealing with for many days had been solved.

His heart was filled with joy, especially when he thought of his old mother’s whims.

“Repentance is so old and disgusting! My mum never even heard what it was! Now let them live in a place that is right for them! ”Fazil thought as he pressed the gas pedal harder.

Meanwhile, four-year-old Anwar, who was sitting in the back seat of the salon, began to question his father.

- Dad! Why have we left my grandmother?

- A ?! Why would I miss it? We didn’t leave our grandmother, they wanted it, “Fozil said with a chuckle.

- What do they do there? I used to enjoy playing with my grandmother every day, we were painting! “Anvar gasped.”

“My grandmother is having fun there!” Every day he rested, rejoiced, and, in short, he was not hungry. - a little nervous Fozil answered his son.

- Dad! Anvar went on. “I’ll take you there when I’m older!” You too have a good time! There you are, Dad! Then, just as you show my grandmother various skills, I’ll give you the same performances, Dad! As you tell them “poems” aloud, I will tell you “poems” even more loudly! Said Anvar, kissing his father’s face from the back of the chair.

Meanwhile, Fozil stopped the car suddenly. Then he looked at his son, who was laughing in the back seat, and picked up his phone.

“Hello, Mummy!” Get ready quickly, I’ll take you now!

Four-year-old Anwar, who is currently sitting in the back seat, was thinking of Fazil...

Sherzod Khaydarbekov

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