The most peculiar thing happened on the eleventh of November, just as the snow had begun to drift down. The snow assumed a peculiar shape, like a man frozen in snow. Passers-by ventured ahead to rescue him, but the shadow was elusive for their almost frozen hands. An old lady stepped out of the crowd and … Continue reading The Frozen Man
Her partner’s body lay in the coffin, she was dressed in black, but felt no emotion. She went through all the rituals wordlessly, except where the priest asked her to repeat a few words. A lifetime of being put down and constant mental abuse floated through her mind. She had prayed every single day for … Continue reading At last…
She was here to get her face fixed for the big night, but froze at the sight of the woman walking out of the salon. Her nemesis was wearing a replica of her outfit – and this was sold to her as an exclusive piece. Now, is there enough time to dash back home and … Continue reading Replicated
“What are you so annoyed about?” “Being taken for a ride … there is no ethics left in the world.” “True that! Do you think they care about your emotions? Is it the best strategy to get what you want?” “I want a correction. But I guess you are right. I’m not annoyed any more, … Continue reading Quid Pro Quo
Nostalgia hits as I enter this road. I’ve spent a large part of life working here. I remember a colleague’s quip - “High rise buildings look impressive. But there is less than one window per person for the people who live or work here.” One window to the future was all that people dreamt about … Continue reading Corporate
This is probably the shortest story I have written for FF - "That’s a rather unusual picture to be displayed in the office. Any personal story?" "I sell lounge membership schemes." https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/06/19/21-june-2019/
“I’ve done this so often in childhood. There used to be some pretty interesting sights on the other side. I managed to find cash once.” “Well, you’re not the same size anymore.” “Please help.” “I’m calling the police first. I dropped my wallet there. Curiosity kills the cat.” https://katmyrman.com/2019/06/18/twittering-tales-141-18-june-2019/
He started his professional life as a postman. The village he lived in did not offer many career options, and he was sure he did not want to be a farmer. He enjoyed the hopeful glances cast in his direction, as people awaited letters from their loved ones. Gradually, he saw the looks turn to … Continue reading Home Delivery Service
I try hard to forgive. Maybe, you were trapped in a certain set of circumstances. Maybe, you had priorities which did not match with mine. Maybe, we live by different value systems. A knife was stabbed in my back, and it still hurts. I try to desensitize myself to the pain. Yet, I cannot forgive … Continue reading I try, but ….
My one-year old slips out again. I hold serious reservations about returning to work, as I run out of the door. Nobody else could manage him. He is merrily playing with puppies in the backyard, as their dog mother keeps an eye firmly on her brood. I see my baby getting excited about a shiny … Continue reading Holding you with many hands
