The Mastermind

He had never been accused of being intelligent...therein lay his secret to success...

At first glance he was anything but impressive...a  mousy looking junior accountant in a slowly popular fashion house, a stickler for rules and honest to a fault....

The reports were prompt, accurate; the books in perfect order...

When the audit firm asked for hereto overlooked records, he was all smiles and helpful, assigning an assistant  their way....

As the scam was unearthed, the store keeper and stock manager suspended...he was effusive in his praise of the young interns who unlocked the so called fraud.... his mind focusing on the latest victims to be hired...

# 29 Random Musings For The Day

Image Courtesy http://etwinningceipreyescatolicos.blogspot.com

 Why just one International Women's Day??...

Even 365 days is not enough to celebrate our "celestial' existence!!!....

The Nightmare - Mag 55

Courtesy Magpie

Weary feet in step

with the world's drum

a casual glance reveals

the carefully constructed

facade still in place.

Some normal  days

solace brings along

the journey thus far 

highly strung nerves

like a coiled spring

never knowing when

dim courage has bolted...

A nervous tick belies

the hidden tremors awakening

blood splattered walls

lemon souffle and fork

the nightmare begins....

Sympathetic voices 

wake up to

a year ago

seems much longer

our last meal

before they took her

my only child

draped in blood

darkness covers

as they burgled along...

Haiku 8

 Courtesy : ohwhatachristy's photostream

The ripples settled /

A shadow, your reflection /

No more a Mirage? //

A fairy's Dilemma

 The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun. 


 140 exact.

Microfiction Monday #72

 The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.

"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.

Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun. 

 140 exact.

The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.

Based on a Tweet on Photo theme...

 by Susan Carleton at Stony River ....check out others gems out there.

Adios Silken Dream

 Thought I'll dole out a less serious tale for a change... *cough*  another true story *cough* except for the prompt....

The pile steadily increased....given it was trousseau shopping, not to mention silk sarees gifted to close relatives...


The colours swirled in front of them, thirty six shades of violet...

Undecided, looked around....her reception one not chosen....

The perfect shade of mauve, called out literally..the embroidery and price tag left her bedazzled...

She touched lovingly, to have it pried away gently...”The lady in green has selected it.....cash payment and its yours.”

She dodged peak traffic to reach the bank....silent prayers, awaiting her turn. To her dismay...the ATM machine began dispensing twenties!!!

Stepping out to find the lady and her dream walking towards the car.

Moonlight

I gaze into the 

carpet high above, 

weaved with magical fingers

twinkling stars nearer and further apart

dim light that brighten the night.

The wizardess's wavering moods

that transforms the sky

from darkness a while ago

to a shimmering silken glow .

I search for thee

waxing and waving

visible and invisible

 the ethereal moonlight...                                               

The Puzzle Mag - 54

Come night

the pieces 

on the bedside floor.

 attacking them with 

single minded devotion

joining, disjoining
the chaos 
the mind swirls in.


simple enough
at first glance

some fit like 

they are born to it

others belong 

so obvious elsewhere

trying desperately

fails to find

the lost one
the missing piece

of her lonely heart...

Bested

*cough*  a true story *cough* except for the prompt....

It was getting tedious.... him and his cronies from the colony as she alighted from the bus.

The third day,  well prepared ... note in hand....

Grinning sadly with the knowledge that he followed.... knowing exactly when she – book worm would be stopped.

Grudgingly admired his perseverance.  The same routine.... different words, common refrain “I like you, be friends?” *

Day one at sympathetic best...

When she knew, just polite...

Today red in her vision hearing “I’d catch a grenade for ya...”

“Catch this first” waving the 100 rupee note across his face.

Walking away, raucous laughter from hidden corners “lost the bet, pass the 100 man”