Directions    #FridayFotoFiction

Directions #FridayFotoFiction

‘Turn left,’ she said.

He ignored her and went straight ahead.

‘No prooooblem.  Take the left after the next signal,’ she said again.  ‘Sam.  I lived here.  I know the route to the theater.  Why don’t you listen?’

‘Nah.. this is the right road.  We will get there on time,’ he said and revved up the car engine.

‘Here.  Put this App on,  it will tell you the directions if you don’t want to listen to me.  I don’t want to get lost or miss the movie.’

‘We are not lost.  And I hate that lady telling me ‘turn left’ ‘turn right’,  she doesn’t even say please. Feminists,’  he shook his head.

She sat resigned and observed Sam from the corner of her eye.

This was the fourth time in as many weeks that he did this.  And they always missed the movie.   Next time,  she will drive.   She decided.


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A broken home   #FridayFictioneers

A broken home #FridayFictioneers

Sandra took one look at the room and knew Roger was in.  Sandra couldn’t believe he traced her so soon.  She hoped he was not high on whatever he smoked.  She stared horrified as Roger stumbled from the kitchen swaying precariously. He could go from happy to angry in 2 seconds.  Roger came closer and hugged her tight.

“Baby..missed you,” he mumbled between kisses.  Sandra stood frozen even as the slap singed her cheek.

“Bitch.”

He grabbed her throat.    She fumbled for the knife she hid near the door and stabbed repeatedly till he fell down lifeless.

“Missed you too.”


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Ghosts, are they?  #FridayFotoFiction

Ghosts, are they? #FridayFotoFiction

“Mani, look! Visitors,’ Prabhu smirked as Mani peeped through the window.

“Really?  Let’s have some fun.  I will make the curtains fly and close the doors.,” Mani said as he went to fetch the strings to add special effects.

“We are ghosts.  They should fear us.  We have a reputation to maintain,” Prabhu snorted as he changed into a white gown with a lighted lamp in his hand.

“Where are my anklets?  They sound eerie in the dark.”

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Never again  #FridayFictioneers

Never again #FridayFictioneers

Radha gripped the handle of the contraption as she held her six year old with the other hand.

‘Seat belts?’ Radha asked the attendant.  He pretended to not hear.

Once full,  he flicked a switch to start the roundabout.  Slowly, it came to life.  But,  as it gained momentum,  Radha realized the chair car had no fixed route.  It moved back and forth and sideways and jerked randomly.  She screamed in fear.

Her son was thrilled and shrieked with laughter. Everyone screamed as it gained momentum.

Radha prayed, ‘I will never ever get onto these but God save me today’.


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Escalaphobia  #FridayFictioneers

Escalaphobia #FridayFictioneers

Step on the moving ladder and hold the railing.  Sally watched as people zoomed towards the escalator and then stood at ease  till they reached the top.  It looked simple.  But, what if her feet did not find the firm step or if it moves when she is just putting her feet.  Should she hold the railing first? Sally could never time it right.  The image of her lying on the floor, her shopping strewn around and people staring was all she saw. She turned to leave when a staff told her, ‘Mam,  you can use the lift.’

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