Fluid thoughts

The water meanders through the mountains, valleys and plains.

"Stop if you can", challenges Mother Nature.

The behemoth dam arrests the forward fluidity.

The water gurgles and spreads backwards, smilingly but not losing its fluidity.

"Is your brain membrane permeable for exchange of ideas, opinions and thoughts?” questions God.

“I am your creation, Almighty, and am open to all discussions and signals from you", humbly bows Man.

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plate

"I would have loved to help you, Sandra, but you know I have a full plate now  with the client meetings , power-point presentation", and Zarine's voice trailed off.

"It is okay", said Sandra concealing her disappointment and making her way to her cubicle.

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"Here is your dinner and don't forget to take your medicines", Sandra's courteous voice echoed as she pushed the plate towards her sick room-mate and office-colleague.

Nibbling on her food in bed with the fever burning her body and the throbbing ache threatening to split her head into two, Zarine recollected her self-centered and selfish attitude while donning a mask of civility.
                                
She realized that tables could be turned on her and a helping hand and heart went a long way in establishing solid bonds.

Zarine missed her mother in this moment of weakness and decided to make amends.


                                            

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                                                The cue is plate google pic

Young Princess

Six sentences   using the cue word BEND.


Her chic haircut, mesmerizing smile and sartorial tastes kept the flashlights beaming.

The paparazzi would bend backwards to capture her while she had captured the 

commoner's hearts.

The people's princess as she was known lived in the sprawling palace on a bed of thorns, 

devoid of love.

Her Prince Charming failed to charm her and win her love, for his interests lay elsewhere.

The world will never see a wrinkle, a grey strand or an ageing monarch.

A young life was cruelly snatched by Fate, the tiara was replaced by a wreath.

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Border : hope and homecoming

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This week’s cue is BORDER.

Tending to the meticulous kitchen garden of potatoes, radish and fenugreek leaves , her forlorn eyes scan each bus for a hopeful footfall.

With a heavy heart and a tiny bud sprouting inside her womb she bade him good-bye in military fatigue as he boarded the swollen bus when the clarion call to join his duty at the border came, two summers ago.

The leaders of the two countries shook hands and released white doves but the pawns on the political chessboard were still fighting their internal battles.

Is he taken as a prisoner by the people on the other side of the border or is he six feet beneath  the earth at peace with no name inscribed on the tomb ? 

The questions continue to haunt her with no  echo of any answers and to each dawn she wakes up with a mission.

The reparation from the government has kept the wolf away from the door but her soul subsists on hope, expectation and a strong belief of his home coming.

          

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scarred

         

                                      

The cue this week is : SCRATCH

Her legs  encircled in a tight embrace, the salty deposits 'sat' on her knees wetting the 

layer of coagulated blood.

Gently she 'uprooted' the wound , the protective layer peeled off in one piece exposing 

her still raw deep lesion.

Her General Physician had asked her not scratch it to expedite the healing process.

The scar was a grim embellishment of her relationship albeit a broken one.

The bodily stain would heal but the hurt , injury , blotch resided deep in the crevice 

of her mind was sequestered from the worldly humans.

Has the 'patron' of her scar ever felt her trauma  or is an unblemished creature? 



                                      

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slip

                                                 

This weeks cue is SLIP!

6 sentences, any genre, use the cue!

Annie's slip of tongue made her husband furious when she called him by her ex-boyfriend's name.

The fuming husband slipped away out of the house and fell on the slippery garden path, the pain further aggravating his slip-disc problem.

Annie  called for the ambulance and wore a frock on the lacy slip she was wearing.

The clerk at the hospital counter gave Annie a slip of paper and asked her to complete the admission formalities.

The doctor was worried about the slip in in his blood-pressure.

Annie slipped her baby between warm sheets and the toddler fell asleep.

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blame game

                    

                                          

                                                    

                                                                                      PHOTO PROMPT © Kent Bonham

“I always stand by you when your aces are down”, an agitated Angela

“You turn your back when I need you the most”, raising her tone.

“Where are you when I need a shoulder to lean on?” grinding her teeth.

“I bail you out when you default on your car EMI”, shrieking and pointing her index

finger towards the blue vehicle.

“For God’s sake keep the ‘I' and ‘You’ out, can’t you for once say ‘WE’?”, a hurt but composed

Joseph.

Her anger melts to tears rolling down her crimson cheeks and she spreads her arms to 

envelope him.

                                                            

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the golden touch

                                    


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.




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