Cathy’s Kitchenette : #FridayFictioneers
In Cathy’s kitchenette, the pots and pans, the colanders and rolling pin hang loosely suspended, from a rack on the ceiling. They make for a unique sight, always grabbing eyeballs.
Grandpa’s Clock: #FridayFictioneers
Every time Ma sang Hickory Dickory Dock, I thought of Grandpa’s grand old clock. In my head a gigantic mouse would stealthily climb Grandpa’s clock. It would then twirl around in a tango with the little man playing the drums. Many moons have transcended time and tide. I’m back to Grandpa’s crumbling mansion. Grandpa ain’t around anymore, nor his clock. “Where is Grandpa’s cherished clock?” I ask the caretaker. “Oh! The British gifted Grandpa that clock. They claimed it…
Moon Boon: #FridayFictioneers
Photo Credits: Gah Learner moon boon The Airbnb accommodation is way beyond their expectations. A pristine view, overlooking the stunning Mt. Edna and a radiant moon glistening in all its glory. The fine sheers, and the ornate furniture exude love and warmth. Kaveri lies sprawled on the floral chaise, devouring the new Khaled Hosseini novel. Trisha sits by the window, a smug smile plastered over her delicate features. She sips on her Pinot Noir, while wishing upon a falling star….
Yearning for Briare: #FridayFictioneers
A long Easter weekend is the perfect excuse to get away from our frenetic Parisian life. Pierre has meticulously chosen Briare, as our destination. I can’t wait to lay my eyes on Canal de Briare, the oldest canal in the world that runs almost thirty meters above the spectacular river Loire.
Redemption: #FridayFictioneers
Ed and Jane had put all their life savings in erecting their two storey home. When typhoon Katrina lashed their city, their warm, cosy hearth was reduced to a dilapidated structure. The kids refused to live their anymore. They said it reminded them of that fateful day. But there was more to it than meets the eye. The occasional sightings under their bed. Their door creaking open at 3 A.M. They had endured it silently, knowing their overtly pragmatic parents…
Wheels of Time: #FridayFictioneers
I have been off the loop for a while, yes. Multiple things occupying my mind space. I’m not planing to quit blogging! Heck no. 🙂 That’s what keeps my sanity intact, you see. A few things need my attention more at this point of time, therefore the dwindling posts. Though I wrote Friday Fictioneers on Friday itself, but I was traveling, so couldn’t post earlier than this. Meanwhile, I’m going to be writing my #MondayMusings post in a day or two,…
Bedazzled: #FridayFictioneers
“Hey Philipe! Guess what, the Art Fair is on this Sunday.” “Date?” says Matt, rather mysteriously over the phone. It has been over a fortnight since they last spoke. Their squabbles had become way too frequent, so they were taking time away.
Bosphorous: #FridayFictioneers
Istanbul, 1970 Every night they sat huddled under the exquisite lamppost erected by the Turkish noble. They were a bunch of homeless vagabonds. The lamppost was a witness to imaginary tales, true adventures and some silly, inane anecdotes. On lucky days, they shared piping hot tea and leftover bread, handed over by some generous passerby.
Christmas Carol: #FridayFictioneers
“I’m Dreaming of a White Christmas,” Vivian hummed, as the barren tree outside the living room window stared back at her. The icicles lent it a certain character, though.
Country Roads: #FridayFictioneers
My Thoughts on Seeing This Prompt: Yikes! I’m not going to write this one. It looks dark, gloomy and will not elude a great story. But then I haven’t written for my favourite Friday Fictioneers for the past two weeks. I was away traveling, and when I returned I got swamped by life’s little follies. I’m back this week armed with lots of cheer and sunshine on my shoulder. So let me give this a shot. Let’s see how it…