The road trip was taken against her wish. A sense of foreboding descended on her, as they drove on the same zig-zag roads climbing up the mountains, but she controlled herself. Teenage children don’t listen anyway. The familiar refrain of a song brought her out of her reverie. “OMG! This is not possible. It’s the … Continue reading Now why?
i am a person rich with history a being crafted by circumstance yet molded into conventions scorched by defeat and beaten down yet uplifted too and enriched by love
the many layers of who i am will surprise you if i let you in only a dignitary of high regard steps past the guarded walls of my heart safety first, comfort later
i am a library full of books a theatre full of people i am a museum full of art and a deck full of music but my worth comes from my essence
Welcome back to another week! PROMPT 152 “I am a museum full of art, and a deck full of music, but …..” You can use this as the first line, or somewhere in your piece. Go ahead, rediscover the nuances you are made of, and have fun with painting a different picture… sorry, writing your … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #152
The car did not start on that stormy night, and then I met you. It was a turning point, from where there was no turning back ever. It was also the last night of somebody's life. https://only100words.xyz/2020/09/10/three-line-tales-241/
“You will have to delete images from your gallery, Jane, the phone is running out of space.” “I may have to buy another disk. Yet, it is cheaper than what art gallery owners charge as commission.” Her comment is sarcastic, but Rob sighs, “Online platforms have robbed us of our income.” The artist and gallery … Continue reading Business
It’s a sight I’ve not forgotten. I’d tried to avert the eyes of kids playing in the park, as I buried my infant son. My wife was distraught, but we had to catch the last train back home. The paediatrician was world-famous, but just said ‘Sorry…’. Years later, I come back to see if I … Continue reading Hope lingers on….
The arrival of that car means trouble. The mean owner has arrived, and it makes sense to stay away. He hopes to find work elsewhere, and earn a day’s bread for his family. In the next street, someone is hiring people for slogan-shouting. They have to participate in a rally, in return for lunch and … Continue reading Cyclic fate