This week's photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thank you Pamela!
25th March, 2017
20th floor apartment, Mumbai
The tenebrosity of the night seems to hug her like a warm blanket. The Earth Hour has
As her gaze wanders up, the celestial twinkles seem to cast their glow a tad brighter.
The vehicular traffic appears to crawl, holding lanterns in the trajectory of darkness.
Anita turns inside to step into her cosy home. The aromatic candles are lit, mingling its
scent into the urn of red floating rose petals. The gastronomical wafts beckons her to the
table. He serves her the simple yet tasty food for soul and both eat with love in their
eyes as the two decades of their flowering partnership melt in their hearts.
The next day the maid steps in with newspaper and milk while Anita is still in the
embrace of slumber.
The maid notices the two plates in the sink and sighs, “Poor madam is missing her
husband. So she eats from two plates”.
written for : Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
word count : 161
Notes : Earth Hour is a 60 minute period when all the lights are switched off voluntarily.
Read more about Earth Hour.