He called it FLY. He had considered christening it–it being the only companion he had in his eight by ten feet cell–but then it would mean getting emotionally involved with the creature, and he didn’t want that. It was after all just a fly that would be dead in a matter of days, far beforeContinue reading “FLY. #FictionMonday”
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Flee #FictionMonday
I find it unbearable, the way you hold me in your arms. You stifle me so, the way you grab me by force. I don’t feel loved. I feel captured. Owned. Not loved. Never loved. Everything you say, everything you do, reeks of savagery. When you hold me close, your fingers dig into my back,Continue reading “Flee #FictionMonday”
The final straw. #FictionMonday
Ma was never the angry sort. Never a foul mood even when there was hardly any food on the table; never a slight to those pesky neighbours who were always stealing lemons off our tree–the only one–in our backyard; no rebukes in spite of all the din we made over who would do the dishesContinue reading “The final straw. #FictionMonday”
Ruminations #FictionMonday
Did you know that a clean space is a reflection on your character? So, what would say about mine if…
She. #FictionMonday.
“Please, remember to buy some milk on your way home, John!” I shout from the kitchen to remind my husband as he descends the steps leading to the porch, his head bent to a side, his ear to the phone, as he fishes for the car keys in his pockets. I watch from the window.Continue reading “She. #FictionMonday.”
The attic story. #FictionMonday
Cleaning the attic always brought Granny’s histrionics to the surface. All the clutter lying there since ages, covered with a thick layer of dust and colonies of spider webs seemed to be her ticket to long life. If we were to discard all that junk, then she would die, too–she claimed. Every time we venturedContinue reading “The attic story. #FictionMonday”
Grandma’s pets.
A tale of two friends 🙂
Evan and the glow worms
Evan was famous at school for his shiny, bright teeth. The Colgate Kid – we called him, when he wasn’t around. Sometimes when he was around, too. Especially when he gawked at the girls–Sophie, in particular–and gave her his white-toothed smile, and she guffawed. June, my kid sister, believed Evan chewed glow worms, the wayContinue reading “Evan and the glow worms”
Luc-shuv over chai-shai (contd.)
Read part one here. Part two: Manu had never believed in magic or miracles. But, dreaming of his parents–especially his mother–meant she was, indeed, looking after him, and that was definitely some sort of magic. His mother’s pet, Manu had been devastated by her death in a fire that had engulfed their shanty 10 years ago.Continue reading “Luc-shuv over chai-shai (contd.)”
