Curve Ball
Sometimes life throws you a curve ball before you can throw one back.
Everything arranged to perfection, the invites were out.
The surprise party, a celebration of our fifth anniversary.
Today he dropped a bomb, he is seeing someone and wants a divorce.
The report lay unopened on the dressing table, I was finally pregnant.
Submitted to Love in Creativity Project (flash Fiction)
Twin No More?
Disjointed arms flay helplessly; for the price of gaining one, the loss of the other.
Can you choose to snuff off with a knife?
Will he miss the one that's gone or this so called bonding just a scientist's game?
Will he smile now, he of the ones whose grimace bespoke the pained, gasping existence?
The Stampede
Sometimes life throws you a curve ball before you can throw one back.
Everything arranged to perfection, the invites were out.
The surprise party, a celebration of our fifth anniversary.
Today he dropped a bomb, he is seeing someone and wants a divorce.
The report lay unopened on the dressing table, I was finally pregnant.
Submitted to Love in Creativity Project (flash Fiction)
Twin No More?
Disjointed arms flay helplessly; for the price of gaining one, the loss of the other.
Can you choose to snuff off with a knife?
Will he miss the one that's gone or this so called bonding just a scientist's game?
Will he smile now, he of the ones whose grimace bespoke the pained, gasping existence?
The Stampede
I moved along with the surging crowd, a pilgrimage after two months of religious austerities fulfilled...
I knew not, I would breath my last before leaving God's Abode...
Buck passing between the Government, the Temple board and Forest Reserve Officials starts; while my mother, wife and child weep over me in the ice cold morgue.
(Based on the stampede in a major pilgrimage centre, Sabrimala Temple, Periyar Tiger Reserve, Kerala where over a 100 men from the four southern states lost their lives last week.)
The Dietician
Seated in cosy chairs the three waited impatiently as the aroma wafted around…she asked her sister if she wanted a cheesy crust…the reply was negative, couldn’t pile on the kilos….finally it arrived…satiated they asked if he wanted another slice, should they order another?…”but mom, pizza makes you fat”, the wise three year old retorted sharply.
(Based on a true talk between my nephew Sidartha aka Sid, his mom {my sister in law} and me.)
The Gift
'Go on' said the laughing voice. She gingerly unzipped the bag.....squealed and waltzed around with the gift in tow. The father looked on with disdain and reprimanded, 'shouldn't be spoiling your 22 year old sister like that'. He grinned broadly and whispered through a suffocating hug,'a girl is never too old for a teddy!!'.
The Nightly Ritual
The Gift
'Go on' said the laughing voice. She gingerly unzipped the bag.....squealed and waltzed around with the gift in tow. The father looked on with disdain and reprimanded, 'shouldn't be spoiling your 22 year old sister like that'. He grinned broadly and whispered through a suffocating hug,'a girl is never too old for a teddy!!'.
The Nightly Ritual
She stared at them, they stared right back. Should she, should she not?... One swallow was all the act needed. One today, one tomorrow, one the day after and so on. Till a day came, when she lost and they took over. She stared at them...Pure and enticing, promising dreamless sleep : Her white pills.
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