The Grand Return Spring is upon us. Literally and figuratively. The daffodils nod their fragrant heads in unison. The gossamer winged butterflies flutter around in the redolent breeze. Mere mortals traipse around; happiness kissing their feet. The robin whistles a melodious, staccato song.
The starving kittens land up in the landlady’s home. We call them Kitty and Pretty. One of Pretty’s eye is gauged out; from being mauled by the local dogs. We help nurse them back to good health with a feast of Mackerels. Our vet visits regularly, to clean and dress Pretty’s wound. They live outdoors and respond to our whistles! Mrs. Ramos doesn’t like cats and orders them out. Pretty is whisked away in a gunny bag to Cuenca. Kitty…
It’s Monday morning. The toast just got burnt. The cleaning lady calls in sick. As Adil and I bolt towards the bus stop, we see the bus chugging away.
The party was swinging. Toasts were being raised and glasses clinked. Doff had won an Oscar. His head started to reel. Wasn’t the Jagerbombs! The thought of rigging the awards haunted him like a banshee. Suddenly the room folded flat around him. @@@@@@@@@@@@ Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by the gorgeous couple, Varad of Loose End Of The Thread and Namratha of Namy Says So. Each week we are given a set word count…
Vishwas Kapur, the CEO of India’s second largest company, is a spiritual man known for his philanthropic deeds. His employees love and revere him completely. After all he is firm, yet generous with his words and actions.
The strawberries went disappearing each night. Some one was definitely having a field day, thought Nathan. Whodunit? The neighbourhood kids? But there was a criminal. Unsuspected, unbeknownst. Mr. Rabbit and his little clan. @@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@@ Written as part of #MicroMondays, hosted by the gorgeous couple Varad of Loose End Of The Thread and Namratha of Namy Says So. Each week we are given a set word count for a piece of micro fiction, and…