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”

Bitter Sweet

We pass by now,

denying each other's existence

the picture lies not

we were together, happy once.

You chose filial ties 

over what was right

no grudges held, understand 

what it means to walk in your shoes.

The common paths 

we still have to tread

part of me seeks 

to mend the tear

the other glad

not having to face you there.

You took with you,

 in parting ways

the tiny bud I loved

whose blossomed flower 

I see from other's eyes.

Wonder why 

in relationships

extremes we choose

the middle path 

never explored.

Despite the pain 

I wish you well

now far from the time

when hated your voice

 on the line.

have grown enough

in such a short while

but still can see

letting go of the petty past
isn't something you can try...

( written a year ago for one who was a friend and sister in law....

 but just a distant relative now. )

# 28 Random Musings For The Day

Every artist worth his/her salt needs a muse....what if, the muse in question has a bad hair day or worse still runs off with the chops??

Lost Chances

Love came dawdling through

dressed up in all his finery

unmoved, unmindful

standing her ground

 cold masks gathered

the gift of life's bonds. 

Random acts of kindness

seemingly unnoticed

cherub's efforts in vain

door slammed shut

refuge sought that

false pretenses brought.

Voices assailing
at every turn

relationships mended

one sought

 a fraud, a hoax

the other in disdain

she kept her silence

opinions weighed

Window kept ajar

for him who

was now afar

cobwebs the spiders weave

wrinkled and quite grey
 oft seen she stands

by the window sill.

This Post has been Published as a part of

Microfiction Monday #70

The winding road knows not her scent...

Many a doubt assail him...

cream and strawberries her fill, 

his wicked grin casting their spell still?






140 characters

Microfiction Monday #70

The winding road knows not her scent...

doubts assail him...

cream and strawberries her fill, 

his wicked grin casting their spell still?


136 characters


For this game, 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.

The View - Mag 52

They waited

 in silence

exhaling breath frozen,

numbed bodies

in the biting cold...

To the younger

 warm and inviting
A house of horror 

for the partner

the latest human sacrifice 

entrapped within

the glossy green edifice.

Wanna Be Your Huggy Puggyman...

This week's Saturday Centus the challenge is to use UP TO 50 words to write a Hallmark card around this image for VALENTINES DAY!  Do walk through the other hallmarks at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent .

The Words...
Jump, catch, fetch
snuggle, wag, juggle
never my style.


No, not always
this goofy...


Happens only
sniff, sniff
when you have
passed by....

Meeting The In Laws - The Breakdown - 3

A 100 or less worded Micro fiction, with a Prompt in bold (not included in the 100 words count) that has to be left intact in the tale. Do take a spyhole check into other efforts at Jenny Matlock's meme...her blog off on my tangent. 
My third and hopefully last instalment in the Sci- Fi genre...the waves echo on...


Meeting The In laws Part 1 click here
Meeting The In laws Part 2 click here
The dome looked like the Itrigs* she has seen of the motherland....a place known through stories, now myths for some....
It has been 5000 Estel* years since anyone in the colony was taunted "earthling"...
Some pointed their proton projectiles* at her, some  looked away guiltily while others with hope....she was a traitor to some, to the majority the only one the "Bhaa" and Benen may yield to ....to the shamed "ethical".
The sight at the dungeons was enough....she would trade her life... ask him the last favor...as she left, "It was growing bigger by the minute..." the body pile of soldiers and civilians alike.



(*Itrigs advanced photo storage powered by gamma rays.
 *proton projectiles - the only weapons that could temporarily disable the Orbs with cybortic bodies.
*The colony - Earth like planet Estel where a year had 666 days)

Haiku 7

Their twinkling eyes /

Tiny hands, laughing faces /

Soul's spyhole forever  //