Microfiction

Son, this is how I had met your mother.  Her wide-eyed innocence and babe-in-the-woods appeal took me. I offered to love her, protect her from the big, bad wolves in the forest out there, and she appeared to be happy. Life rolled on. We had a beautiful home, not too far away from the forest, … Continue reading The Forest

Being at home indicates a level of comfort, not a brick-and-mortar structure that provides shelter. I love to be with like-minded people, who share my perspectives, or at least, do not disparage me. I love the warmth of acceptance and easy camaraderie. I love floating on similar wavelengths, running/swimming/flying to catch others, and have others … Continue reading Homeless

Silently, unfailingly, I execute my duties of honest observation and recording.. I am the most reliable witness, and the dishonest fear me. Alas! The power to judge, or protect my contents is not mine, as Photoshoppers happily tamper with my output. Written for 3LineTales https://only100words.xyz/2016/12/08/three-line-tales-week-forty-five/  

How vain! The reporter muttered to herself, as the beautiful actress of yesteryears exclaimed, “My beauty has always been my handicap. The viewer’s eyes failed to read the expressions.” “But, Ma’m, your beautiful eyes have always been a vehicle to carry your emotions”. “Yes" the forlorn voice uttered, “I lost my eyesight five years ago, and … Continue reading Vanity

The Jade Corner was an enviable piece of eclectic interior design. Blake had managed to create a faux forest in his drawing room. The pyramid in between exuded an air of mystery. Was it a cave? Was it an alcove meant to display crystal? Or was it a stage for a live performance? Blake was … Continue reading The Jade Corner

She looked out from the window, while waiting for her coffee. Snow had never looked so ugly, like fungus growing on the log of wood. It reflected the state of her relationship – cold, decaying and stale. It was the 100th day of their separation. It was strange how she had never stopped counting. Calendars … Continue reading The Long Winter