Tuesday 26 March 2024

 

A to Z April Challenge

It was in 2016 that I took part in A to Z Challenge. It was quite a demanding exercise to post a story inspired by the letter of the day on all days of April; of course, Sundays were excluded. Effort was to make every story different and interesting. I also read a lot stories and commented on some of them. And I did finish the contest.

 This year again I have thought of accepting the challenge. Let’s see if I can manage to write 26 interesting stories. And I am keen to read stories posted by other bloggers.

But I am keeping my fingers crossed.

Saturday 23 March 2024

 

Safety




“It’s an illogical order. I just can’t believe that they have actually issued this order.”

“Well, it may appear illogical, but they say it’s for everyone’s good. They want to make sure that everyone is safe…. that every law-abiding citizen is safe.”

“They should pull up the police, the judicial officers. They must ensure that every criminal gets convicted and quickly. But they won’t do that. They would rather put us in cages. It’s…. it’s…….” She was so furious that she couldn’t even find appropriate words to express her anger.

It was an impotent rage. They did comply with the order.

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Word count 101

A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture post.

Photo prompt @ Roger Buultot.

Sunday 17 March 2024

 

First Time


None of us had ever seen a sea. It was an amazing experience, almost overwhelming. The waves were rising and rushing, one after another, eager to wash us away towards the endless expanse of blue water.

But some of us were not even looking at sea. A few were looking furtively at the people enjoying the warmth of winter sun, others stared unabashedly.

Then, two of the boys, youngest in the group, pointed to one side of the beach and silently mouthed two words. Whoever understood them ran in that direction, their eyes popping out of their heads.

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Word count 99

A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture post.

Photo prompt @ Rochelle Wisoff Fields

Thursday 24 February 2022

 

The Owner



He slipped, unintentionally, and dropped the tray on the elegant but arrogant looking gentleman, unaware that he was the owner of the prestigious hotel. He was not even allowed to apologize and was kicked out.

He wiped his eyes and decided that one day he would own this place.

Twenty years later he stepped in that hotel and was utterly disappointed. There was nothing that even remotely reflected its glory of early days.  But he was not going back.

“Where can I meet the owner of this…..place?”

The haggard looking man stopped wiping the counter and said, “I am the owner.”

 

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word count 101

Monday 21 February 2022

 

Crime Scene



She had just finished reading another book. She pondered, was it really worth the effort? Or was it just a waste of life?

She smelled the next book. No, it won’t make her a better cat.

She looked at old man and felt a deep sense of regret. None of the books had helped him. If only he had learned that sometimes it’s better to use your legs.

She climbed down, taking care not to step on the blood. She didn’t want to leave her footprints. She couldn’t resist a smile; she had read something about crime scenes in a book.

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word count 101

 

Saturday 12 February 2022

 

Moon-rover



“Yes, that’s the Moon-rover; my grandpa invented had it.”

“You must be joking.”

“I knew you won’t believe it. But it’s true, my grandpa made it. It was driven on the Moon by the astronauts,” little boy claimed, proudly. His friend seemed unsure.

“Can I climb on it?” friend asked.

“No!” little boy almost shouted.

In the evening grandpa called him, “Why were you making a fool of your friend? I heard everything.”

“He always keeps saying that his father had been to the Moon.”

“Perhaps he is telling the truth.”

“I know his father. He drives one of our school-buses.”

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word count 101

Thursday 3 February 2022

 

Shah Jahan*



He lifted his eyes to look at the magnificent building. He felt a deep pain within. He wanted to cry but somehow managed to swallow his tears and cursed himself, “Why did I come here?”

Then a horrifying thought flashed through his mind, “What if someone recognizes me? There must be people in there who had worked for me.”

“Good evening, sir.”

He shrank back. She knew him. But he couldn’t place her.
“I….I was your personal secretary,” she muttered, hesitantly.

“We miss you…. if only your son had not been……”

 He moved away. He didn’t want to hear the word.    

(*Shah Jahan was a Mughal emperor who had been imprisoned by his son in Agra fort)

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A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word count 101