He found himself in police lock-up, after an attempt to break into Daisy’s room through the window. He had managed to bypass the security guards, and climb up quick on the water pipe, to reach her window. Daisy was fast asleep with a magazine lying upside down on her bosom. He stood frozen in that … Continue reading The Lipstick Mark
And who was Daisy May? The movie page says “a delicious and hot country gal who's dying to discover the secrets of hillbilly humping – and so much more”. So much more, for sure, as I see a part of myself separated from the other, lost in the woods. When did I lose myself, and … Continue reading The Lost Self
The decanter made of crude etched glass, and the ceramic old man with a beard, were relics from my grandparents’ home. My wife, Lynda, found no place for them, in her plush residence, and had discarded those pieces in junk. I was no longer the rustic lad that I used to be. She had married … Continue reading The Concrete that Moved
The pigeons flew back home, and parked themselves on the stack of juicy sugarcane in the backyard. Their coo-ing announced the approaching dusk. It was a winter evening, which invited bonfires. Not for me though … the pigeons had been my time sensors, since I lost my sight in that fateful fire…. Inspired by … Continue reading Winter evenings
I have always loved your way of doing things, Tim the Timid! You placed a boulder on my path, but left ample space for me, to bypass it, and drive ahead. And I don’t hold it against you, either! Your wife does not like me, and somebody has paid you to do this. I have … Continue reading Timed
The solitary flower looked majestic, amidst thorny cactuses, as if mocking my weariness. I came to the big, bad city looking for modelling assignments, a year ago. The steps on the ladder to success were paved with thorns. Yes, all those thorny and horny guys, wanting to pierce into my flesh…. in return for an … Continue reading Success
The girl screamed once, only the once. Yes, Inspector Rebus Novel has got I right in “Knots and Crosses”. She could scream only once, as she lost her sanity after witnessing the reality of the world around her. It is the same world that you and I inhabit, but have made it so uninhabitable. Do … Continue reading Silent Screams
Grandfather clocks have always fascinated me. I hang on to the tick-tock of the needles, and anxiously wait for sundown. My partner, Jim will appear, when the clock strikes twelve. It is a New Moon tonight, and we will only have starlight to support us. The shiny statue of the janitor, at the base of … Continue reading The Janitor
He wondered who drew those colored patterns in the water. His physics teacher had explained how a thin film of petrol on water creates those patterns. Who cared about Physics anyway? The chemistry that his creative mind shared with nature overruled everything. He did not think about his mother waiting for his return from school, … Continue reading Abstract Art
I wonder who left the cargo there, with no sailor or passenger in sight. Was it jettisoned, and those who dropped it there, just flew away into the horizon? Hats off to that white dinghy, looking lost, yet waiting for someone to appear. Something far more intriguing than that, is the red stool under the … Continue reading Jettisoned
