Illusions

Roger Bultot - Friday Fictioneers

She almost falls asleep to that soothing voice in meditation videos. Focus on what’s happening in your body. Imagine a golden light surrounding you as you rise above. Centre your consciousness on that white dot in your head. If this doesn’t help, what is the secret of peace? Choose your blinds carefully. The picture outside … Continue reading Illusions

Lost connections

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It is a recurring dream. I am in a mansion with large framed photographs of men with turbans and moustaches on the walls. There is an arch in the stone walls covered with bricks. Looks like it conceals an entrance behind it. The giant keys are frozen in time and refuse to reveal secrets. The … Continue reading Lost connections

What say you?

A glass for you, a cup for me… I capture a moment for posterity, create evidence that you always lived amidst us, in our hearts, in my now fragile memory. But will you really care to know? Or is it only the counsellor? Shall we exchange the drinks? I know you prefer a hot snack … Continue reading What say you?

Sticking Out

She walks past the crowded street, self-conscious like the only spot of colour in a drab landscape. Nobody ever told her whether she was beautiful or ugly, as her only companions on the island were flora and fauna. This place is different as there are so many with the same physical form, but none of … Continue reading Sticking Out

Perceptions

She dreamt of giant spiders hiding in the garden who spun the web. How did the makers of Jurassic Park miss out on this species? A tiny rodent brought her to her senses as he cracked the deceptive net. It was a poorly crafted macrame wall-hanging, discarded by the novice artist. It takes close observation … Continue reading Perceptions

With Consternation

It might take longer reaching there. The path is jagged and I need to yield to traffic from the other side. There are butterflies in my stomach as I navigate the roads skilfully, with one eye on the look out for a traffic cop. I am committed to attending the gang’s meeting at the other … Continue reading With Consternation

Dwarfed

I feel dwarfed by the opulence of art. I watch the ceiling float away as the artist’s conceptualisation and expression rise into the sky, and place them next to the Creator. They are fractals of God. The power packed in minuscule forms makes me strike off the “small” words from my lexicon. Nothing in the … Continue reading Dwarfed

Idealists

A face would appear on the fence after he received her message. They will get into a waiting car and drive to an idyllic world free from crime, corruption, bigotry, and evil social systems. The escape looks well-planned and easy. Except that it was not. There were no mobile phones or waiting cars when they … Continue reading Idealists

Artistry

Sugar ropes entwine to create visually appealing shapes that invite a bite. The shapes will be destroyed, but the sugar will enter the victim's system. What are we talking about? Oral doses of morphine will be used instead of injectibles in the party… The sugar artist continued in a daze. What will you gain by … Continue reading Artistry

Domes

Domes are built to resonate with energy and make a lasting impact on people inside. But they also restrict the sky and the invasion of new thought processes. New thought? Is that rebellion? It is the beginning of a new era. It will make people long for the beautiful, principled past. Only if they survive … Continue reading Domes