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The Mystery in Mulberry Hills #FictionMonday

15 Sunday Nov 2020

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He walked toward the path which would take him to the main road. He felt funny using the words ‘path’ and ‘road’ so loosely to refer to the muddy area the villagers thought of as a road. It was just a trail, a narrow one at that.

He didn’t like this tiny place on earth called Mulberry Hills for its charm like he was told.

The stream down the trail proved to be a promising adventure though. Last night he put the fourth girl to sleep in the depth of the river where the stream took him. Exploring nature is wonderful, he chuckled.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the seventeenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Stream’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Memories #FictionMonday

01 Sunday Nov 2020

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Kavya liked going to the park every evening. Today was awfully cold, but she walked to the park covering herself in layers of cloth. Her attempt to keep her warm in those layers of warm cloth was a failure as the numbing cold held her in its embrace mercilessly. 

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If Nikhil saw her out in this freezing weather mindlessly strolling around, he would scold her. His scolding wasn’t the problem, she was used to it. He would lecture her forever. His memory is annoyingly excellent that he recalls the events that had transpired eons ago and effortlessly brings them all up into the current moment as if they have all categorized under a particular tag to be remembered as and when he wanted. He’s got a spectacular mind, she thought uneasily. 

Memories shouldn’t be used for taunting someone. Kavya thought memories as a savory to make her present moment delectable. Much like how someone discarded spoiled food, she discarded bad memories without a second thought. Why bother with the past and its nuisance when it can’t make her life better? That was her policy. 

Nikhil and Kavya were on opposite poles to say the least. Nikhil took pride in analyzing and coming up with foolproof plans for the future based on learnings from the past experiences. 

He never knew how to live in the moment, a sigh escaped from Kavya. All his plans couldn’t stop death from snatching his life. If only he lived when he was alive, she would’ve had some sweet memories to cherish now. 

Nikhil wouldn’t lecture her now, somehow remembering that failed to make her happy.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the seventeenth edition of Fiction Monday for the word prompt ‘Remember’ hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

Letter from the Past #FictionMonday

22 Thursday Oct 2020

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Neha picked up the envelope which lay forgotten in her desk drawer for years. She wrote it for herself some twelve years ago. The plan was to open it ten years later.

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Who knew ten years later she would forget the existence of the letter itself. Life has sweet-talked her into forgetting the fondest memories of her life.

Just then her fingers stumbled upon another envelope bringing her back from her trance. Neha froze for a moment as she recognized that envelope. How could she forget about it! That day twelve years ago, she wrote two letters – one for her future self and another for 10-year-older Avinash, her best friend. In return, Avinash wrote one letter for himself and one for 10-year-older Neha. They had made this big plan of opening all four letters and reading them together no matter where they were.

A smile appeared on her tear stained face as she remembered the jokes and the laughter that followed the letter writing episode.

Not only did she forget about the letters, she forgot to remember Avinash when the time came. Funny how life takes us away from our big plans, she mused.

Truth is she was deliberately not letting Avinash’s memories into her mind. Four years after the letters were written, Avinash died in an accident. Fighting back the tears she opened his letter,

“I will be with you always.”

She wept with unbearable grief.

© Vinitha 2020

This Flash Fiction is written in response to the sixteenth edition of Fiction Monday for the below picture prompt – hosted at Reflections by yours truly. Do join in if you have a tale to tell. 

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Come On In!

20 Thursday Aug 2020

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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.  🙂

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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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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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Deception – #FiveSentenceFiction 4

24 Tuesday Jan 2017

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“Aww, honey, you look ravishing in this picture!” – said the comment notification on facebook for her photo followed by three hearts and kissing emoticons.

“You are so sweet, my love!” – she replied after liking her husband’s comment.

“You two are adorable, so much love!” – said another comment from a mutual friend.

Mindlessly, she liked that comment too. The farce of perfect couple and their perfect love fooling their friends and family and themselves; deception at its best, she thought nonchalantly.

 

medievalI am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt DECEPTION. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Deception as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

Change of mind #FiveSentenceFiction 2

10 Tuesday Jan 2017

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Tara read for the umpteenth time that night what she wrote on the white paper in front of her carelessly fiddling with her pen. “GoodBye”, it read. Goodbye to all sorrows and failures and hopes that failed to keep its promises, she thought miserably.

Just then she caught the glimpse of morning sun up from its slumber spreading its warm rays all over. A smile appeared on her face as she made the paper into a ball and tossed it into the bin and reached for her camera.

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I am starting off with a weekly series of Five Sentence Fiction every Tuesday here. The above story is written for the prompt SMILE. Feel free to join me with your Five Sentence Fiction using Smile as prompt in the comments. I would love to read yours.

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time…

20 Monday Jul 2015

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a little girl I was,
waiting all along for my time to be the grown-up,
to enjoy, the lusts and lures of the world,
all by myself.

Continued in Medium

Linking with A Prompt Each Day – Time

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and #MondayMusings by Corinne.

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Letting Go

08 Thursday Jan 2015

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A fresh start, that’s what they agreed upon after she found out about his extra marital affair. Every time he cheats on her, he showers her with more love and that was her clue. Finally, she told him that she is not going to put up with his treacheries, and he agreed with her; he gave her his word that he will put an end to the philanderings and will stay true to her.

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And he is keeping his word; she knows that because there is no overflowing love, infact there is not even a drop of love which made her realize that by making him promise to stay true to her, she did wrong to both of them – an unhappy man and wife is all that remained as the by-product of that promise.

So she decided to set them both free, by letting him go and starting fresh, a much needed beginning for them!

Written based on the prompt – Fresh for Five Sentence Fiction.

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