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Pickled Picnics

Written in response to August Writing Prompts by M Marie was exhausted. She had been driving for five hours straight. She wasn’t very keen about the picnic. Initially, She thought of her husband’s family as drunken fools. Weddings, holidays, get-togethers, somebody’s graduation, her pregnancy – everything started and ended with alcohol. At first, it wasContinue reading “Pickled Picnics”


Salty Satire

Prompt by M on Putting my feet in the dirt baba – Father, kohl -natural black eye liner, bindi – a coloured mark on forehead worn by women, bhajan mandalis – religious music troupes. The story is satirical take on survival. The protagonist’s stand is merely a satire. This is a guide to surviving lifeContinue reading “Salty Satire”

Goody Goody Gumdrops

In response to August Writing Prompts hosted by M She scurried on the footpath, holding her book close to her chest. She could feel her beat, even hit the book occasionally. Her palm was sweaty and it drenched the edges of the book. She was mad at herself for not bringing a pack of tissuesContinue reading “Goody Goody Gumdrops”

Acorn Pie

Short story in response to prompt by Puttingmyfeetinthedirt hosted by M and writers prompt 939 Oh, Patricia! I wonder where you are now? You joined our company and you were full of optimism. Initially, we all thought that you were just an eccentric human being. You had long straight hair and the most exquisite wardrobe.Continue reading “Acorn Pie”

Tunnel of Love

As a country that was colonized by the British at some point, we are a mixed bag when it comes to architecture. Massive old Georgian architectural marvels standing wide, post-colonial era structures faded by smoke and time, and relatively newer and taller apartments which are shiny on the outside and dull on the inside allContinue reading “Tunnel of Love”

Hoping for a Miracle

I am told you make miracles happen. I am told that by the many who visit you every Sunday dressed in their best. They told me that you turned water into wine and walked on water like it was land. They tell me a lot of tales of childbirth, healing ailments, tales of prosperity andContinue reading “Hoping for a Miracle”

Paisley prints and Peppermints

It was the summer after I turned 19. I went day drinking with my friends to an Irish pub. That’s where I met Eugene. He was dragging a puff from his cigarette. He was tall, slender, had a square jaw and big brown eyes, and brown curls, and was almost as old as me. HeContinue reading “Paisley prints and Peppermints”

Pictures of the past

Crystal’s mother had been sick for a while now. After the death of her father, her mother was her only moral support. It pained her to see her mother coughing and gagging, unable to swallow or spit. She shriveled like a raisin and was unrecognizable. Crystal knew her mother had very little time left andContinue reading “Pictures of the past”

Abbreviated disclosure

Do you always read everything in an agreement before signing or are you a normal person who pretends to read the terms and conditions? I am Serena. And this is my story. A couple of months ago, I rented a beautiful apartment on the east coast. It was pretty cheap for its location and lookedContinue reading “Abbreviated disclosure”

Lavender Lullabies

Vienna had lost her sleep lately. Every morning behind the see-through curtains in her room, she would see the sun go up in the sky. Most nights she laid awake next to her husband who snored intermittently. Some nights after sex, she would just curl up and go inside her head, counting beds. She oftenContinue reading “Lavender Lullabies”