Mirage    #FridayFotoFiction

Mirage #FridayFotoFiction

Rajiv started the video-calling app.  He looked around to ensure he is alone before he dialed his wife.  Soon Naina’s beautiful face filled up the cell screen. She stared back as if it was unreal.

‘Hey,’ she said shyly,  ‘how are you?’.

‘Missing you Naina,’ he said softly.

‘Amma and Baba are also here,’  she said as they came onto the screen.

Rajiv felt emotional.  He missed them a lot. He wanted to leave this wretched job and go home.  But he imagined their starving existence.  He cannot be selfish, he resolved.

‘Your home is beautiful,’ Naina said, ‘Lovely flowers. How I wish I could come over.’

‘Soon,’ he said but he knew it would be never.

He heard the owners returning from their daily walk.  He disconnected and sneaked to his flat, still panting as he reached his bed at the end of a cramped row of bunk beds.


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Inn-Love   #ShadesofLove

Inn-Love #ShadesofLove

Samantha could look at Jonathan unobserved from her corner desk.  Jonathan was busy on the laptop,  preparing the shopping list which goes out on Fridays for the Saturday market.  His fingers flying across the keyboard, like a pianist.  They were long and beautiful. And soft, she remembered.

Annie, her four year old bumbled into the reception waving a paper which had colorful crayon scribblings.  Samantha made her sit on top of the desk.

‘See my dlawing Mommy,’ Annie lisped.   Samantha kissed her and cooed about her drawing.

‘Look Jon,  my dlawing,’ Annie passed on the paper to Jonathan.

He had been watching them and thinking about how wonderful they looked together.  He was tempted to be part of their life.  This cottage inn ‘in the sticks’ had given him a lot more than his comfortable city job.  But,  it was time now to leave,  before it becomes too difficult. Continue reading

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.”

Meanwhile,  the visitors were walking up the rocks to reach the castle.  Continue reading