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Unceremonious Separation #FictionMonday

30 Thursday Jul 2020

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The ash tree which stood majestically right outside Dana’s window showed signs of the impending change of season. In a few weeks, the tree would put on the prettiest shades of yellow and red, and soon will shed leaves revealing the branches in minimal covering.

She wondered if the tree felt somewhat shy in displaying its tentacles out in the open like that! Would it then crave for the company of leaves that blanketed the branches now, like she was craving for her favorite pals?

But then baring its soul is just a one season phenomenon for the tree. Unlike her, who was forced to coop inside her house since Spring brought new buds. The pandemic stopped her from visiting her favorite place, the library.

This new normal was stretching from season to season like the frigid limbs of a leafless tree extend with uncertainty as if it is frozen in time.

Dana’s heart ached to get back to the corridors of the library that held bookshelves carrying rows of books dear to her. She and her beloved companions would be separated for how many more seasons, who knew!

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the fourth edition of Fiction Monday – word prompt ‘SEASON’ and the above picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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Twisted #FictionMonday

17 Friday Jul 2020

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It was a beautiful morning. Lexi loved taking a stroll in her garden on such crisp mornings.

She spotted the new bloom of rose shyly sprouting in the garden next to her other cherished roses of different colors. This yellow rose was her latest accomplishment.

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“Hey, you!” she ran her fingers over the little bud gently. ” Nice of you to join us. Welcome to my world, Daniel. Meet your predecessors Jake, Matt, Davis and Shawn. Shawn was my first.”

The soil where the roses sprouted hid the bodies of her dates safely.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the word prompt ‘STROLL’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

New Beginning #FictionMonday

10 Friday Jul 2020

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I stood close by the church building admiring the beautiful day. A jolt of happiness enveloped me suddenly.

Indeed, today I’m happy beyond measure. I could feel those butterflies fluttering inside my stomach. After all, he is coming to see me today.

It was a long wait. I didn’t enjoy this never-ending wait. He had promised that he will come. But he failed to say when exactly. So I waited.

My intuition said that today is the day and it wasn’t a mere hope in vain. See, he is here. As soon as the ceremony is over, we will start our new life together, a life in eternity in this cemetery!

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the above picture prompt hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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End or Beginning #FictionMonday

02 Thursday Jul 2020

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The blank page stared at him. It could very well be accepted as a sign to end his writing career before it even started. 
He sighed. 
A blank page is also a sign to write something, he decided. 
That was the beginning of his writing career. 

© Vinitha

This Five Sentence Fiction is written in response to the prompt ‘Sign‘ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 🙂

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Surprise #FictionMonday

26 Friday Jun 2020

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The curtain swayed as the air conditioning unit came to life. Athira opened her eyes. It was still dark outside. She let out a sigh of relief. Her headache didn’t subside and she didn’t want to wake up yet.

As she closed her eyes in an effort to go back to sleep, she heard a noise again. These nights without Raj made her uncomfortable. But this being yet another trip that her husband couldn’t avoid, she had to endure yet another night alone.

The door creeked open gently. Athira alarmingly sat up on her bed.

“Did I wake you up, Amma? Oh no! I’m sorry! I wanted it to be a surprise to you!” Her seven-year-old son, Athul was disappointed.

“What happened, dear? Are you okay?” She replied.

Athul slowly placed the breakfast tray in front of her on the bed. “Happy birthday, Amma!”

More than the heart meticulously crafted on the bread, she was moved by her son’s gesture. He woke up early to make sure that his mom will get his present first thing that day.

This fiction is written for #FictionMonday based on the below image prompt by the fabulous Shilpa Gupte hosted at Reflections by yours truly.

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Jailed #FictionMonday

18 Thursday Jun 2020

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I have no idea how long I’d been here. And for what reason. Maybe, my family couldn’t pay the ransom. Or he didn’t ask for a ransom.

Perhaps, they just wanted to ruin my life – depriving me of my freedom.

I live here day and night imagining what it is to go outside and be free. And some days, I imagine a window showing beautiful sceneries.

This windowless room gave me a different view – a view which no windows could ever give me.

This fiction is written for #FictionMonday based on the prompt -WINDOW hosted at Reflections by yours truly.

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Fading – FlashFiction

17 Sunday May 2020

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Mom wasn’t always like this. She used to be the liveliest person in our house.

She had answers for all the questions and solutions to all the problems. She made everything seem to be nice when nothing seemed to right.

Her sense of humor was wonderful too. There never was a dull moment with her around. Never had I felt abandoned under her care.

It all began with forgetting the little things. The TV remote, car keys in the freezer, her name – that was a shocker when she couldn’t remember her own name. But it was funny too, because she joked, “I’m a mom, my name is long forgotten!”

When she couldn’t remember my name that’s when we realized that there was something wrong.

She looks okay, but she is not. She sits in the verandah looking at the gate as if she is expecting someone. I wish I knew who she was waiting for! If only she remembered to tell me!

This flash fiction is based on the prompt Mom from The Frangipani Creative group! Thanks for the prompt, Corinne.

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Look, but don’t touch

12 Tuesday May 2020

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Red Roses

“Wow, so many of them!” Neena has never felt such a rush of happiness before. “How nice of you!” She exclaimed.

She leaned forward to pick up the red roses, but in vain.

The dead can’t touch.

Her husband should’ve brought the roses when she was alive. A little late to show love.

This flash fiction is based on the prompt Red Roses from The Frangipani Creative group! Thanks for the prompt, Corinne.

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An Unusual Conversation #WordlessWednesday 75

12 Wednesday Feb 2020

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I spent a considerable time looking at this picture. My mind refuses to cooperate. There is no shimmer of verses to peeping in.

Looking at this picture I am baffled. I don’t see anything beyond the tall palm tree.

I am sitting in front of my laptop failed as words and thoughts refuse to befriend me.

Not every picture can be captured in my thoughts and words, and that learning humbles me.

How can I articulate in a string of idyllic words to show you the splendor of this picture when I fail to recognize it myself?

So today I am sharing the spectacular blue sky and this tall, handsome palm tree for the pleasure of your eyes along with this flash fiction:

“Hey, you!” The sound fell on Asha’s ears from afar. She looked around and then she heard it again, “Hey, over here! Tell me, how’s it going there?” 

Asha glanced up. She couldn’t believe her eyes or ears.  “Is it really …!!” “Are you …”, she stammered, “talking to me?”

“Yes, indeed I am. I would like to know the things happening there. Enlighten me.” the tall tree demanded politely. After the initial shock, Asha obliged. “Not that great. Too many people with too many differences and too little harmony. You are not missing anything spectacular.” She added with a smile. 

“But you are!” The tree smiled back, “The view from up here is marvelous”.

Linking with Esha and Natasha for Wordless Wednesday and Parul for Thursday Tree Love. 

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Revenge #WordsMatter #FlashFiction

01 Friday Nov 2019

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20 years ago I wanted to have this feeling, so badly. But here I am today.

If he thought 20 years in prison would heal me, heal my baby, then he got it all wrong. My baby, she was only 5-years-old when this vulture ruthlessly ravaged my little girl’s innocence. A year she lived in nightmares that filled her day and night before it finally snatched her away from me forever.

Today my baby can rest in peace, finally – I realized a smile spreading across my face looking at the puddle of blood that gathered on the floor next to his motionless body.

Revenge served cold…

This flash fiction is written as part of the #WordsMatter blog hop, organized by Corinne, Shalini, and Parul where 28 of us are coming together to share our musings on the prompt ‘20 years ago I’. I received this tag from Shilpa at Fictionista and it’s my pleasure to pass on this tag to Esha at My Soul Talks.

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