“I hate them! I’m never going back again.” She smashed a cup.
Granny continued rocking.
“I don’t matter, only society matters. Just because Rahul’s poor….”
“…Unemployed.” Granny cut in. “Just think! No money. No roof.”
“I… we’ll stay with you Dadi. You’re lonely.”
“I don’t mind. Not now. Would Rahul like to stay so far away…? ”
“…. He would! He can draw and paint in peace.”
“I’ll be with him.” She giggled. “Whispering sweet nothings.”
“What’ll you eat?”
“Whatever you cook.”
“I don’t cook anymore.”
Granny gave a cackle and vanished in a puff of smoke.
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Yarnspinner for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Warm bright colors of spring and the coming summer season 😀 And today I bring some minion (among other) fun – for some strange reason (and much to my frustration) I have been unable to access Pinterest from my home internet. But today since I am traveling things are better and here are a few of my favorites. Hope you enjoy 🙂
Hhahah aint that true 😀
It does work and even better if you work out along with it. Trust me!
Ins’t that right? Now she not only has to keep track of her glass slippers, the kitchen cinders but his socks too! Ahh well such is life.
Fellow nillionaires raise your hands!
And I am frequently surprised 😀
But it’s not shutting up. I really am starving and I need to go on a diet. Any suggestions?
Great idea. 🙂 Thanks……hey!!!!!
So true and the worse part is I just got to know it! So many rules to break and so little time…
I am not particularly fond of cocktails so perhaps the laptop and wifi?
Now I know!
Unless I have been sitting for too long then even they dont fit – yeah I am at that age.
I could go on and on but I am sure you have loads to do – have a wonderful week! And as usual none of this stuff is mine and is all borrowed from the internet.
This week for Becca’s Sunday Trees I bring one that has probably witnessed history that continues to hold significance today – from the precincts of the famous Chittor fort. I have previously shared several visuals from this place earlier as well but this particular tree overlooks the Sati sthal on one side and Jauhar kund on the other. I could not bear to take photos of the place where women burnt themselves along with the dead bodies of their husbands or jumped into it for fear of rape and slavery by plunderers and victors of wars.
Five-thirty! All of a sudden Rhea was energized. Her day at the office had ended. She couldn’t wait to get home and switch to her Rheal personality. Technically a copyeditor but relegated to proofreading, she had found succor in her secret alternate universe.
Scifi world here I come her heart sang as the whole weekend stretched before her. Quickly grabbing her weekly essentials so that she wasn’t forced to move out for supplies she let herself into her apartment. Shedding her baggage, kicking off her heels, plugging the kettle, she pulled open her laptop.
The notification button glowed like a welcoming beacon. Yes! Her blog was finally making waves. The act of writing itself was cathartic and fulfilling yet it was lonely. For fear of ridicule she hadn’t shared her newfound passion with her fellow beings and she was resigned to being unnoticed and unread.
But things were changing. Random page views blossomed to a like here and there. And even (gasp) a comment or two. Gerkle was a particular fan. Obviously a fake name but where on earth was Zeutron?
Hi! Could you tell Zoe on Earth that her Dave’s fine? We could arrange a one-way trip for her and you.
Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
“No!” I protested. “I just don’t have a story to tell.”
“May as well be dead.”
“True.” I was equally despondent.
“But you can’t die before you’re dead can you?”
“I guess not.”
“Then you have to have a story. Look around. Surely something speaks to you?”
“It does,” I ventured hesitantly, “but the ideas are all so nebulous and…”
“Well hurry up and catch one idea at least!”
“I wish I could!” I groaned in despair. “But….”
“The holes in the sieves are too large.”
Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a s story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and to Dale for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Okay Fine! I plead guilty. If this makes sense, do let me know I shall let myself out of the loony bin.