Loyal

FFfAW Challenge – 195th

                      

            This week's photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney. Thank you Jodi!

The sky was a melange of hues. Did it portend the end of the day or the beginning of the night?  She has no answers.

She had finished her knitting work and the cat purred luxuriously. She caressed the fur. Cats are loyal creatures, she said to herself.

The pots and pans were on the gas stove, keeping the food warm and juicy. The plates and cutlery were in the right places. The table was decorated with dainty lace napkins. The flowers were fresh and smiling.

She peered behind the heavy curtains at the distant undulating road. The twin headlights seemed to pierce the darkness while moving at a hurried pace.

She smiled and welcomed him home.

The perfume wafting from his clothes hit her nostrils and she felt a tinge of familiarity.

He had not mended his ways. Cats are the only loyal creatures.

                              
                          This would be his last supper.

                                                



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Word count  : 151

Thread of life

FFfAW Challenge – 190th

               He looked at the box and his eyes turned moist.

The noise of the sewing machine woke him up. He knew his mother was up 

with the Sun.

He was her sole reason to be alive and she felt alive seeing him smile with the 

glistening trophies and certificates. He was the apple of her eyes and a blue-

eyed boy of his teachers and professors.

She would often tell him that clothes do not make a man but manners make a 

man stand out. He was never ashamed of her humble work and took pride of 

her independence.

When people asked him for the secret of his success, he said there was not 

secret. The coloured threads unspooled and unleashed his academic and 

management talents. His mother was a blanket of security for him.

                          

                                (photo Credit :Yarnspinnerr)

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(134 words)

Parachute

FFfAW Challenge – 183rd

This week's photo prompt is provided by Michelle DeAngelis. Thank you Michelle!

Her flight took off from Mumbai for an official client meeting.  Her husband 

attended the PTM of their daughter’s school.

A few rows behind, he sat with his eyes closed; ruminating about the mess, he 

has got into. Could he entangle the knots and extricate himself?

From the window seat, the man in dark sunglasses admired the swathe of 

coconut trees and the waves lashing the sands.

Destiny would braid the three tuft to form a plait or twist their lives. Only time 

could tell.

The abandoned ‘Chelsea beach bar’ on the secluded sands in South Goa was a 

perfect rendezvous for the clandestine lovebirds or was it their misconception?

Were they being watched? Nay not a soul on the beach.

A divorce case would be filed in the Bandra Court on the grounds of infidelity.

The man in dark glasses hanging up in the air was doing his duty.

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(word count : 150)

The Fog

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                       This week's photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney. Thank you Jodi!

The fog drifted across the fence revealing foliage and facades of structures in 

the distant. Aurelia squinted her eyes and adjusted her glasses to see the 

silhouette of a grey suit with a slight limp aided by a walking stick.

He flashes his Identity Card to introduce himself.

“What brings you here Mr. Detective? You cannot smell a crime around miles in 

the salubrious surroundings.”

His eyes roamed the length and breadth of the ranch. A pair of wheel-tracks 

showed on the moist earth as Aurelia negotiated her ‘dependency chair’ as she 

called it, wheeling herself towards the ranch house.

“Locals complained of a ghost with a penchant for men”.

“I haven’t heard, Detective. You may go”.

“I will come back".

“You need not “as the words resonated close to his ear-drum. He winced as he 

felt the warmth of the fluid trickle down his back. The light in his eyes fades 

away.

She pushes the wheelchair away, “Bother, I have to clean this mess. Another 

number added to the statistics of missing person”.

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175 words

Windmills of God.

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Nikhil was never enthralled by the sport of boxing. Barbaric, he termed it. However, he is 

rudely tossed in the ring without the protective gloves and his opponent is a formidable 

one.

The numerous blows that he has received has made him gather himself up albeit a 

weaker shadow. Separation from spouse perturbed him. Another blow was the demise of 

his first-born. He is relieved that his parents are not around to watch his plight. The desk 

job that kept his body and soul together is gone.

Nikhil’s tousled was the result of neglect rather than the wind churning from the 

Windmills of God.

The unfavorable roll of the dice is deciding his destiny. The vagrant turn of the wheel of 

fortune is shrinking his confidence. He has to pick up the un-tessellated pieces to 

complete a picture.

His gaze shifts to the giant windmill. I will not be a victim, he declares.

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word count: 152

Arrow

FFfAW Challenge-Week of October 17, 2017

                       



                 This week's photo prompt is provided by Grant-Sud. Thank you Grant-Sud!

The parents of the missing girl were waiting anxiously to hear any piece of news of their 

child. There was no ransom demand and hence kidnapping was ruled out.

Detective Karamchand ambled into the room of Ananya with his assistant Kitty in tow. His 

eyes scanned the entire space in white. A section of pink wall arrested his hawk-like 

eyes. 

A map detailing the entire layout of the sprawling mansion was pasted.

“Ananya seems to be a happy girl. Look at the smiley drawn”, chirped Kitty.

Karamchand glared at the naivety of his assistant and started to stomp his foot at the 

base of the pink wall.

“It is an arrow-mark, Kitty, Look at the direction”, calmly said Karamchand.

A secret chamber revealed an envelope with “Catch me if you can” scribbled, teased his 

grey cells. This is going to be a long treasure-hunt, concluded Karamchand.

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word count :146

journey

136th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

                       This week's photo prompt is provided by BarbCT/Gallimaufry. Thank you BarbCT!

The white cotton candy clouds seem to sail with the wind against the backdrop of the 

azure skies. I bend on the railings running along the boundary of the behemoth water-

body ruminating on the present crisis of my financial health. The prospects on the 

horizon seem bleak and the sun seems to set in my mind. “Why does this happen to me?”, 

I whine.

A cargo container ship passes by, leaving a trail of siren.

“Does the ship protest of the heavy freight-age on its back and in the belly?”

“It carries and trudges to the port and off-loads its contents and not the burdens. 

Another batch of cargo consignment is loaded and the ship moves on post refueling. This 

is its journey and it doesn’t aim for a destination.”

I straighten my back, feeling a bit lighter. I jettison my grumblings and chart a new 

course of path with the aid of my internal compass. The innumerable ports beckon me. 

Ahoy.

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Shielded

135th Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

                                                 

This week's photo prompt is provided by Elaine Farrington Johnson. Thank yoiu Elaine!

The recent carnage had left many wounded in mind and body. Some breathed their last 

even before they could remember their loved ones. The silent march of protest against 

the violence unleashed, started from a nondescript lane. All silent hands held candles 

that crackled with the wind. Their feet moved slowly with the weight of their grief of 

having lost their kith and kin.  A pall of gloom descended as the celestial beings numbed 

their shine in the darkness. Only a little innocent hand carried a placard which had the 

magic four letters hurriedly scribbled on it with hearts drawn around. The little orange 

hood manged to hide a part of his face and perhaps veiled his loss. The little boy was 

unhurt in the bloodbath as his mother pushed the child on the ground and lay over him 

shielding him, while she became the target of the insane bullets.

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 Word Count : 150

The Night.

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

133rd Challenge

This week's photo prompt is provided by Pamela S. Canepa. Thank you Pamela!

25^th March, 2017

20^th floor apartment, Mumbai

8.30 pm

The tenebrosity of the night seems to hug her like a warm blanket. The Earth Hour has 

just begun.

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”.

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word count  : 161

Notes : Earth Hour is a 60 minute period when all the lights are switched off voluntarily.

Read more about Earth Hour.

Teacher, Guru

131st Challenge

Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers

175 words

This week's photo prompt is provided by artycaptures.wordpress.com. Thank you artycaptures!

Her fingers lay stiff as if rigor mortis has set in. Her eyes stare blankly into nothingness as 

if devoid of life and meaning. Decades ago she spread the fragrance with her smile and 

jasmine in her coiffure. The white chalk and wooden duster in her hand, she made our 

fingers move effortlessly to produce curves lines and dots on the blackboard. Patience 

was her adornment which rubbed subtly on us. The alphabets and the numbers were 

perfected under her tutelage and no mistake escaped from her sharp glasses. She cajoled 

us to chew our greens gently reminding us to leave biscuits and cookies in the picture 

books. Her nimble fingers moulded the children’s clay into fascinating figures and 

sculpted our tender minds too.

Today as she lay in the hospice, my fingers tend to her daily needs.

The keyboard has taken over but my neat handwriting garners praise. I thank her for my 

sound physical health.

My crisp nurse’s uniform is proud of her teachings and values imparted.

My first teacher, my guru. Dhanyawad.

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word count : 175

Notes : 

This is a piece of fiction.

Guru - means teacher in Indian language.

Dhanyawad- means thanks.

In India, 5th September is celebrated as Teachers' Day as a mark of tribute to the contribution made by teachers to the society.

5th September is the birth anniversary of a great teacher Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan, who was a staunch believer of education, and was a well-known diplomat, scholar, the President of India and above all, a teacher.

Know more about Teacher's Day. 

courtesy Google

Interpretations

FFfAW Challenge-Week of August 29, 2017

                          130th Challenge

                                    


         This week's photo prompt is provided by Jade M. Wong. Thank you Jade!

“The peaceful island of Mumbai was bleeding from the insane terrorists’ bullets”, an 

infuriated quinquagenarian.

“Rapacious hands continue to slaughter Mother Earth of her green canopy”, an

environmentalist’s voice booms.

Media baron wielding a microphone chides, “Voice of the Press is asphyxiating.”

“Taxes are phlebotomizing a commoner’s domestic budget”, a housewife cries hoarse.

“The Pharmaceutical industry in cahoots with the medical fraternity are haemorrhaging 

the human fabric”, yoga guru blurts.

“The arrows of infidelity pierce the romantic heart”, from a dejected lover’s gullet.

The exhibit is besieged with numerous heads, ruminating and deducing, some surmising 

but none concurring.

“Mummy refuses to buy me polo and vanilla ice-creams”, a kindergarten kid explodes 

pointing to the white structure with a hole in between.

The opinionated heads erase their creased brows to loosen the tension and the museum 

resonates with laughter.

The lone Sabyasachi clad artist smiles at the various interpretations.

Discovery is not seeking new objects but in seeing the same object with new eyes, he 

concludes. His experiment is a success.

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word count : 170

Notes : Read about Mumbai terror attack

                      Polo is a peppermint with a hole in between.

                                  

                      Sabyasachi  - An Indian apparel designer.