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Birthday Story | What Do You See | Fiction

Birthday Story | What Do You See | Fiction

Birthday Story   On Pete’s tenth birthday, Mommy and Daddy know exactly what to gift him. Binoculars for his forest jaunts. And books. One can never be sure, which one precedes the other –  his passion for books, or his love for wildlife and birding. Mary and Oliver always buy him books that pique his ever growing curiosity. On his birthday morning, Pete hastily peels off the wrappers from the gifts Mommy has meticulously packed. They are swathed in purple,…

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The Grand Return | Spring | Fiction

The Grand Return | Spring | Fiction

  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.

Kitty and Pretty : Fiction

Kitty and Pretty : Fiction

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…

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Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck : Friday Fictioneers | Friday Fiction

Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck : Friday Fictioneers | Friday Fiction

Uncle Bill’s Blue Truck   It’s a picture perfect day. The fragrant, spring breeze stretches out to caress the azure skies. The children are out armed with, Little Hearts and Ginger ale.

Before I Die: WhatDoYouSee | Fiction

Before I Die: WhatDoYouSee | Fiction

Before I Die Written as part of Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.     They sit outdoors, huddled in crooked rows; The octogenarians and septuagenarians. They have aged gracefully; The bitter-sweet embrace of a life well lived. One foot closing up on the grave and one smugly here; Some holding on to dear, precious life, Some impatiently waiting to kick the bucket into light.

Wordle | Wordled: #WhatDoYouSee #Fiction

Wordle | Wordled: #WhatDoYouSee #Fiction

Wordle | Wordled For Sadje’s What Do You See? picture prompt.   “You’ve been Wordled,” guffaws Sam, as he and Nick stand in the alley exchanging their Wordle scores. “What the heck is “Wordled?” quips Antonio mounting off his two-wheeled Scooty. “Dude, it’s this 5-letter word game that has taken the internet by storm. It’s called Wordle. No marks for guessing that it was created by this fella called Josh Wardle!” explains Nick animatedly.

The Road Trip: #FridayFictioneers

The Road Trip: #FridayFictioneers

The Harris family is on a much awaited road trip to the mountains. Amidst the Winding roads, giggly twins, the eighteen year-old plays Watermelon Sugar on a loop. Mrs. Harris lovingly passes around the cookies and sandwiches; she has meticulously packed.   Mr. Harris deftly steers his van to the much awaited destination. The breathtaking snow peaks gleam against the golden light. As they savour the view and the crisp mountain air, the radio splutters back to life. A grim…

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Paint My Love: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

Paint My Love: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

Moira has stationed herself seductively on the chaise. The air hinges on love and smokes. It’s his first time. He won’t do anyone but her. Love’s true calling, as they say.   “Paint my Love” plays in the background. She is no Mona Lisa, and he no Da Vinci. But the easel and paints are ready. “Hun, those lips; curve them into that sensuous smile, please.”     The door swings open. It’s Uncle Fred and his hyperactive Cocker, Asher….

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Love is…: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

Love is…: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

Love is…   The fall colours are surreal. The morning hour hinges on hope, romance and fresh air. Their fingers and hearts intertwined. The reckless, youthful hormones rage a storm outside.       The pedestrian looks at them discerningly. “Utterly brash public display of affection. Tch! Tch!” “Love is irrational. Love is unkind. Love is selfish. Love truly binds.” Another one who lost to love, in all probability.   ****************************   The couple is oblivious of the external commentary. They…

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Business as Usual: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

Business as Usual: #FridayFictioneers #FridayFotoFiction

The beaches are bustling. It’s business as usual. They were shut for two long years, as the pandemic continued to wreck havoc. Things have begun to ease out. People have slowly, but surely mustered the courage to travel and visit public places. The masks are still intact, not so much the social distancing! The crowds thronging the flea market look radiant. They have survived the onslaught of the virus. While in quarantine they managed to don multiple hats – baker…

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