a lullaby of memories, whispering stories.
© Vinitha 2021
The above six-word story is written in response to Saturday Six Word Story Prompt (6WSP) hosted by Shweta. This week’s prompt is PAST.
There might be a lot of things available to distract me right now. But nothing could probably do a good job as I am determined not to leave this matter alone.
I see the shadow, moving behind the curtain in the living room. I am not paranoid. I check if someone is hiding behind the curtain. But there is no one. Yet, the shadow is there. It stays there quietly as if waiting for me to go crazy.
I stretch my hand to touch that space where the shadow is supposed to be standing, it moves a little as if to show its displeasure. I think I saw a frown that said can’t you leave me alone! Don’t ask me how I saw the frown on a shadow; I just saw it!
I step away from it and take a seat on my couch facing that window whose curtain hid the questionable shadow. To my surprise the shadow comes and sits on the adjacent chair.
I can’t understand clearly if it is a he or a she, but I have a feeling that it is a she.
I am worried a little bit, because this guest is not what I wanted in this solo trip. But in a way I am relieved, too; after the death of Shannon my whole life seemed to be on a solo trip.
I am not crazy, not yet.
This flash fiction is written in response to the twelfth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘SHADOW’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell.
He was nice. Different. Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach at this thought.
She longed for someone who was different from others. Someone who cared. He could be the one, the one who cared.
She decided to let him in. Did he spot the BEWARE sign hanging on the way to her mind? Surely he should. He will be punished of course, if he overlooks the warning.
But she had hope, this little pup was definitely different from the other gentlemen bloke who broke her heart.
© Vinitha 2020
This Flash Fiction is written in response to the seventh edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘BEWARE’ and the below picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂
Sitting in the porch
I sift through my mind
For inspiration to knock.
The creative mind shuts down
And threw the key away
For me to go awry!
Rhymes, Proses, Poems, Stories –
They all seem to have chosen not to come my way,
I look out with a mind,
That is mere blank.
Roses and lilies dancing merrily,
Gentle breeze creating new rhythms,
Plants and trees joining in the party,
A musical mystery for the eyes.
And creativity blooms, once again!
This poem is inspired by Write Tribe’s Festival of Words.