Such is life!

 

Uninteresting, melancholic in its repetitiveness, the sales representative job was tailor-made for my situation.

Recently abandoned by my too-full-of-himself boyfriend/roommate, I was compelled to accept this shrinking job at Bloomingdales.

While I am humming a tune and folding and unfolding the blouses, I hear a ‘Hi Suzanne!’

That’s Mr. Baumann, a middle-aged gentleman and our daily customer.

He says,’You are wonderful’.

You would think,  the timid me would be scared to go out with him but I felt completely at ease. I needed a friend, too.

However, he just popped the sacred question and I am not so sure anymore.

Word count- 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Marie Gail Stratford

 

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Her tale and hers too

‘Our angels and demons are within us. The good makes us angel-like and the bad makes us akin to monsters.’

‘Really, Maa?’, Rita gleamed.

‘Yes, my dear. Everything else is just  our creation. So, fear not’, Maa reassured.

‘Does that mean those monster-like dragon statues don’t  become real when children don’t finish their supper?’

Maa smiled and read out Rita’s favourite story book to soothe her.

Rita wasn’t attached to  her father as he visited only on weekends. He would get Rita attractive presents but would  hardly interact with her or her mother.

Maa would say,’ Some people are silent, others talk more/play more’. Maa  showered Rita with all the love that she needed and hence a single parent was more than enough for Rita.

Daddy was a non-issue for Rita until she was old enough to question and understand the permanent marks on her mother’s body.

‘Who was it, Rita? Maa asked Rita on hearing the front door crash.

‘The vicious Dragon, Maa. I will make sure he doesn’t  step into this house again.’

Word count – 175

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 Enisa. Thank you Enisa for our prompt!

Precious

‘Religion is a superficial liability; I belong to humanity ‘the revered Dr. Niranjan would say.

This living room has witnessed late night conversations on Metaphysics and  Holy books, the world of Science and the national game Kabaddi. We never allowed religion to dilute our friendship. Understanding each other without a hiccup and convergence of beliefs always emerged victorious.

Yet, on that tragic night, religion divided us forever. As he was dragged out of his own mansion, I stood with the crowd, a hapless onlooker.

The colorful artifacts on his fireplace spell out his words: ‘we are each different but precious’.

Word count – 100

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sarah Ann Hall

 

 

A walk to remember

The autumn sun played hide and seek with ancient trees of the forest, the chilly wind announced the advent of the festive season, the bed of dead leaves kissed our happy feet as we  gaily walked alongside – a happy couple. I always loved her smile as it exuded a promise, a commitment, a tenderness, unique to her. What more could a spouse wish for?

The tranquility of our togetherness was only interrupted by a non-human – the indispensable phone.

‘Do you have signal?’, I gently asked. She gestured in negative. ‘Just checking some old  mails’, she said.

I entwined my fingers with hers.

‘I  need you, too’ she said. Could she read my mind?

Could she feel the pain I had felt on reading the shattering message on her phone – ‘See you at 7, tonight. Love, Sean’ ?

She was still fidgeting with her phone.

Was I not enough?

I couldn’t bear that thought. Hence, she lies buried in the lonely forest.

I bring her flowers on her special days, for, I really cared.

Word count- 170

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 yarnspinnerr. Thank you yarnspinnerr!

Mother and child

Nora sat by her mother’s dusty rocking chair.

‘She talked about you, everyday, at tea time. We would have tea and scones in those wooden benches in the lawn. You know, she had a pet Owl that lived in that huge Oak tree.’, her mother’s neighbor Emilia, related.

‘I hardly ever visited her, too caught up with my life ‘ Nora said, her eyes drenched.

‘Your mum was ever calm, ever warm, never complained about anything.’

‘She would wear this always.’ Emilia handed  Nora a chain with a pendant, bearing a picture of the mother with her smiling little child.

 

Word count -99

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO PROMPT © Sandra Crook. Thank you, Sandra.

 

 

The color pink

‘I hate pink. So, no pink dresses, pink cakes, pink decorations.’

‘I had always known color pink to be a lady’s friend.’

She doesn’t respond but is pulled into another world.

The hot, murky afternoon becomes bright against the dirty, pink walls of the staff room, and the long years rewind to repeat the story.

She  tries to run from the stench of his body, from the suddenness of his abominable touch, from the pain and shock of the moment that had forever altered her perception of self.

She had borne the agony, the guilt, the shame, alone.

Her past was a cage and she had fought the impulse to unload it onto  another or have them  perceive her permanent scar.

She had run from relationships too. However, some things were destined to be. She was at the threshold of marriage now.

She had to  open the cage and have him take a peep, now, before it was too late.

She hopes, he would still stay.

 

Word count- 166

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 Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!

 

 

 

 

Obsessed

‘I am worried, Sanaa’.

‘What’s the matter, Grandma?’, asks a deeply concerned Sanaa.

‘It’s about your grandpa’

‘Is it the heart problem? Should I take an appointment?’

‘It’s the bird problem.’

‘The myna, again?’

‘Your grandpa is obsessed about the bird’s obsession with ‘dammit”.

Sanaa heaves a sigh of relief.

‘Well, what’s grandpa’s favorite pastime these days?’

‘Don’t ask. It’s those Neolithic tool kits. Perennially frustrated. His age   shows.’

‘..Yesterday, he clutched the little bird in his  rage, to make her greet ‘Namaste’ to Nishi ‘

‘Grandma, just shift the bird near your room’.

‘The 4th shifting in one month!’

Word count -99

Written for Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. Thanks dear Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy