Tuesday, 23 May 2017

grey wisdom




Combing my long silky tresses, I admired my reflection in 

the mirror.Tessie grimaced.

I turned to face her.


Her celluloid image had painted nails, each hair in place 

and a made-up face hiding all its flaws while my oils were 

a connoisseur’s prized possessions.


“Silver streaks in your hair”, almost gasping.

“I know”, a calm and confident me.

“Let me fix an appointment with Yasmine’s Colour 

Parlour”, Tessie panicking, “You have hit fifty”.


“I have accumulated streaks of wisdom in half a century 

and will unabashedly flaunt it”.


Thud...... Tessie’s cell -phone lay on the floor, broken, 

bruised.


Saturday, 13 May 2017

inherit

our challenge is to write a story or poem in exactly 39 words inspired by/using the following word:

“Inherit”

Definition:
v.
–  receive (money, property, or a title) as an heir at the death of the previous holder

I have inherited 
                        my blue eyes from my father,
                      black hair from my mother.

   my lips sing melodious strains.
        the strokes of my brush,
      
       aroma of strawberry crush

      are all cultivated by me.

     my kids will inherit 

     their own-self.




                                 

the golden touch



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King Midas tried to shake his daughter violently hoping to infuse life into her

gold metallic body but alas, the golden pupils stared back at him lifelessly.




His working hours extended into evenings and slowly

nights too consumed him.



The CEO  hardly saw his little daughter and she 


desperately wished his presence on her birthdays,


school meetings and dance competitions.





He knew she would hug and kiss him today and he


would not disappoint her and he had ordered her


favourite chocolate cake.



She didn't wish him on Father's Day and the cake 


lay untouched on the dining table.



The teen's changed taste left a bad taste in the 


father's mouth.





                              written for : Six Sentence Stories

Miss Universe


In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about trading.
It can be the profession of old or of modern day traders on Wall Street.
It can be trading places or lunches at school. What is traded? 
Is it a fair deal or a dupe? Trade away and go where the prompt leads you.




“World peace is the need of the hour”, she mouthed and a thunderous

applause deafened the stadium.

She adorned the sparkling tiara, as the curve of her lips widened.




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Uneasiness lies in the head that wears the crown, Mrs. Ruth’s words


buzzed in her head.

Her new itinerary made her travel through various time zones.



                               ********************


The little fingers generously dug into the sinful chocolate.

The anorexic frame balancing the crown bent down to kiss the orphaned


cheeks while television screens beamed her actions.


“Will you trade places for a day?” begged the Miss Universe.


The innocent eyes stared disinterestedly. 


written for : Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction

Friday, 5 May 2017

comfort food



Spreading his ample bottom on the cushioned chair, his gaze caressed the colorful bowl. 

The taste buds tickled and saliva lubricated the cave of his mouth.

The smile widened to form wrinkles at the corner of his spectacled eyes.

The unsteady shivering hand brought the spoonful close and the dentures chomped

away greedily the crisp bell peppers and lettuce.


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The slightly chilled yogurt dressing brought solace to his mouth ulcers.

“Comfort food”, he uttered under his breath, his companion for the past six decades. 

And so is the constipation, a faithful shadow.

The salad bowl was licked clean.

Contented.





                                    written for : Carrot Ranch flash fiction

pic courtesy google image