The kite soared high in the sky manoeuvred by mentors on grounds below but mistook the flight as its own, and could not resist a vain smirk, to land with a thud on hard rocks. What was wrong? intoxication unreal? or being unable to pay back and win? The … Continue reading Soaring High
There was an initial awkwardness about meeting Janet again in the workplace, which they both managed to overcome in a short time. It was exhilarating to see the old camaraderie being revived once again. Soon, he became her trusted friend, guide and mentor in the workplace. The trap was laid, and the victim blindfolded. She … Continue reading A cakewalk
The depth of my soul perpetually unfilled alone and thirsty whatever comes in gets terrified of depths, flows out to fill another shallow recipient waiting to fill imagined depth depths are not hollow they have substance, hence I think of unfilled spaces enriched by flowing waters that leave slices of unabsorbed … Continue reading Depths are not hollow
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She walked up the aisle and down again at midnight in an empty church. She hears the bells ring and the committed sounds of “I do, till death do us part”. Silence envelops the night and nuns look with sympathy at the young widow. Quadrille inspired by Teresa at MLMM Saturday Mix Image: … Continue reading Midnight
She appeared in the sky, unfailingly, whenever I was depressed or unhappy. She never, ever let me down. I envied the malleability of clouds to assume any form, to become a symbol of hope. The same eyes, bindi, expressions gesturing cheer…. How did the clouds mimic my mother so well? (50 words) Note: 'Bindi' … Continue reading Malleability of Spirit
Mysterious personalities are unplugged Intonations, expressions imitated Mimicry is not buffoonery, but admiration It takes deep observation, and Connecting to popular perception. Inspired by Sammi Cox at Weekend Writing Prompt #10 Image: josmanoch.deviantart.com
Carla Scott wanted nothing more in life than to own a little bookshop in the coastal town she’d grown up in. Books are fast going out of fashion, as the world goes digital. But she refused to give up her dream. She had taken early retirement, and returned to this small town, after a successful … Continue reading Face to Face
Another person multiple speak and faces that icky feeling overtakes me once again Is authenticity dead? Inspired by Linda G Hill at #SoCS Image: mystown.com
I prefer being hated, rather than used. #1Liner Weds
