En route

On her way to work, Mira saw the street woman scan through the garbage can, yet again. “Hi! Are you new here?”, Mira asked the woman munching on the excavated food.Her starved eyes responded with a weary smile when Mira gave her the lunch box, an umbrella and the little cash that she had on her. Mira waved her a hurried goodbye even though her thoughts kept drifting back to the familiar spot on the street. She had never witnessed hunger so closely.  “Time to step up  ” Mira contemplated.

Word count : 89

Written for Friday fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks  Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

 

 

 

Mismatch

Nishi had been waiting for the trademark knock on the door. Her favorite 6.30 pm knock . The empty parking spot under the multi-colored evening sky would soon be welcoming another familiar vehicle , ending Nishi’s super long wait. Nishi had already changed into two different outfits and had been scrutinizing her reflection, every few minutes. The clock had barely traveled 3 minutes in what felt like an hour to Nishi. Her heart fluttered with the much-awaited knock . A final peek into the mirror and she was all ready with the broadest conceivable smile .

The handsome gentleman posed an attentive “Hi! How was your day ?”and proceeded to the couch . “You know how desperately I had been waiting to reach home ! ” he continued.

“Really ?” Nishi smiled coyly , in anticipation of a romantic evening with candle light dinner et al. They were a “just married “couple, after all .

“I could not bear to miss the first Over of  Indian innings at the Champions trophy final”, came the sudden blow.

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers, based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Footy and Foodie. Thank you for our photo prompt!

A special place

“For me, it has never been just a room, stacked with books – this library”.

“I know, its a reading room too , a room of enlightenment , therefore ? ”

“Yes, that and so much more”

“Like?”

“It has been my safe haven when i didn’t want to join in the revelries of impulsive teenagers. It has been my dreamland in more poetic moments.  It has been my refuge in my moments of mourning. That spot by the window has been my secret spot for chalking out life-plans.And, it has been my favorite everyday destination.”

“You seem to have been something of a nerd”

“Well , you might say that i wasn’t exactly a social butterfly .”

“What about friends, you had none?”

“Yes, i did. He would come to the library to read with me . He was my only good friend.We would discuss poetry, politics , philosophy… you name it! ”

“What happened of him?  Does dad know him?”

“I guess, he does”.

“Do you remember his  name ?”

” Siddhartha… Siddhartha Mitra”

“But mom… that’s dad’s name !”

Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #25 where participants are required to write a flash fiction piece under 200 words, inspired by the photo prompt.

Image courtesy :https://www.pexels.com/photo/architecture-bookcase-books-bookshelves-300412/
Thanks to rogershipp for hosting the challenge.

Linking the dots

Harry waited for Sheila even though the rest of the famished group gobbled down their lunch as soon as they reached the college canteen.

He helped her with Math problems after class, even when others were in a rush to return home .

On Sheila’s Birthday , Harry gifted her a pink teddy bear just because Sheila had once mentioned her fondness for teddies.

Their friends teased them with mushy adjectives that Sheila casually dismissed as faulty hypothesis.

On Valentine’s Day , Harry proposed a ride down  to the picturesque island that had been Sheila’s  dream first date destination with that special someone.

For the very first time, Sheila was linking the dots of love.

This story was written for Six Sentence Stories at Zoe’s uncharted , the cue of the week being “link”. Thanks to Zoe for hosting the challenge.

 

One more story

“It’s getting dark, Ravi. Lets go back to the inn, ” Maya urges. Reluctantly, Ravi shakes off the beach sand and plods along .
“Whats the commotion all about?”, Ravi asks the receptionist at the inn.
“On summer solstice , ‘she’ visits the inn after sunset to claim revenge.A boarder seems to have heard a non-human shriek from one of the rooms”, the receptionist reports. Ravi stares in mocking disbelief.
“What will happen of the panic-stricken guests now?”Maya interrupts.
“We will arrange for boarding in a hotel in the vicinity that’s only a little more posh.”
“More stories, more business” , Ravi sighs.

Word count – 99
Written for Friday fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks  Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

Thank you Dale for our photo prompt.

 

Continuity and change

The local assembly has passed the controversial bill on using the ancient castle for commercial purposes. The castle has served as a Municipal corporation for a time  and will soon be renovated into a shopping mall . The renovation might necessitate the demolition of a wing and with that another ancient treasure will fall victim to the march of modernization.

The basement houses portraits ,manuscripts , correspondences , jewelleries – remnants of the lords and ladies who dwelled in the castle . The saloon entrance hall stages plays on important historical events ,  on Saturdays.

It is Fred and Joe’s second visit to the castle , incidentally also the last day of the Saturday play . The castle will be closed for renovation works, beginning Monday .  Fred and Joe bypass the entrance hall and go down to the basement. Behind Henry the Eighth’s life-like portrait lies the key to the jewellery cabinet and their comfortable future. X-ray proof bags would ensure a smooth exit. Tick tock , the precious minutes run.”God save the queen ” announcing  the end of the play synchronises with their about-turn.

Written for flash fiction for aspiring writers, based on this week’s photo prompt . Thanks to priceless joy for hosting the challenge.

This week’s photo prompt is provided by The Magicsticgoldenrose. Thank you for our photo prompt!

 

 

The dream vacation

“One, two…fifty ,fifty one… hundred…”,Meera empties the Dolphin piggy bank to assess her funds.
“Yay maa ! I have 200 rupees in my piggy bank”
“Are you going to buy ‘arund the world in 80 days’ with that money, Meera?“
“No Maa, I am saving this money for you and me. “
With a surprised chuckle , mother asks “for you and me ? “
“Maa , you and I will go to Bali , when I have enough money in my piggy bank . We will take the boat ride to Lovina to watch my favourite Dolphins roam free in the blue sea,  visit the zoo to play wth the elephant , hug the honey bear , ride a submarine , adopt a baby turtle and…”, Meera enthusiastically lists her wishes.
“Maa, how much will the vacation to Bali cost ? “ Meera adds anxiously .
“May be , four more years of you and I saving hard” mother estimates.
“I will be tall like you by then, won’t I maa?” and mother smiles.
“Am I the best daughter, Maa”?
“Yes, my dear, you are the best-est “ and mother dreams along.

Written for FLASH FICTION FOR THE PURPOSEFUL PRACTITIONER- 2017 WEEK #24 where participants are required to write a flash fiction piece under 200 words, inspired by the photo prompt.

Image courtesy : https://www.pexels.com/photo/high-angle-view-of-pier-309166/

Thanks to rogershipp for hosting the challenge.