The Battle for Supremacy

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Photo (c) Sarah Potter

The Battle for Supremacy

Words 99

 

“Wow! What a swanky home.”

“Thanks.”

“You don’t seem too pleased?”

“It’s okay.”

“You have your eyes set on a palace or what?”

“If I could, I would go back to our old ramshackle haunted house.”

“Haunted! Weren’t you scared?”

“Terrified. But that was the only house we could afford.”

“Yet you would go back?”

“It was the best of times. We were together.”

“You still are!”

“Doesn’t feel like it. Back then we were a team. We ganged up to fight our common enemy – ghosts, poverty, whatever.”

“And now?”

“We have graduated to individual sports – the ego games.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting this challenge and Sarah Potter for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

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SPF: The Many Hues of Love

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The Many Hues of Love

Words 200

“Relax Dadi. We are on a holiday!”

“But darling I am relaxing!”

“Let’s go out. Dadu can unpack his bag by himself.”

“Perhaps. But I want to have a peaceful night.”

“It’s tough being a wife. I never want to get married.”

“Even Nandi didn’t want to get married.”

“Why?”

“He was afraid that marriage would take away his freedom.”

“Exactly!”

“But like Lord Shiva said – freedom means being free from all fear isn’t it?”

“I guess.”

“Marriage completes a person. The responsibility that comes with a marriage helps in the blossoming of ones personality…”

“What about love Dadi?”

“What about it?”

“Does Dadu love you? Has he ever taken you for a romantic date? Showered you with gifts?

“Is that love?”

“How else can you judge love?”

“Love is not to be judged! It is to be experienced, to accept…”

“How you can accept a curmudgeonly cantankerous man like Dadu is beyond me.”

“Now what did he do?”

“He vetoed our plans for a ropeway ride followed by lunch at a popular Chinese joint.

“Oh!”

“Why does he insist on being contrary, spoiling everyone’s fun…?”

“I am terrified of heights and neither do I care for Chinese.”

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Footnotes:  Nandi: In Hindu mythology, Nandi, depicted as a bull, is the vehicle of Lord Shiva and is also the bearer of truth and righteousness.

Dadu, Dadi: Paternal grandparents

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting the challenge and C E Ayr for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 147

Thanks for reading – have a great day 🙂

 

 

The Extra X Factor

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Photo (c) Karuna

The extra X Factor

Words 100

“New car, new gold jewelry! Did you win the lottery Rhea?”

“I was born with five lottery tickets.”

“Excuse me?”

“I have five brothers.”

“Ah! The pampered sister.”

“Not always. They were such terrors when I was young.”

“Really?”

“They teased and bullied me mercilessly. But now they would do anything for me.”

“Even give you a share of the ancestral property?”

“Of course!”

“Want to bet?”

“Why are you so negative?”

“Ask them.”

“I will.”

“Well?”

“They said ancestral property was for sons not daughters.”

“I told you so!”

“You would know. After all you too are a son.”

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Karuna for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 146

SPF: Monstrous Tales

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 Monstrous Tales

Words 201

“Ma, I never want to go to school!”

“I thought you were desperate to start school?”

“There’s a Monster in school.”

“Monster?”

“Yes. He has big fangs that jut out from pink gums. His eyes have streaks of yellow and red. And…” Molly shuddered.

“What?”

“He’s got a long flaming tail tucked in his pants.”

“Who told you?”

“Dada told me.”

“He’s teasing you.”

“He isn’t. I saw Dada’s hand – it was all red with big welts.” Molly clapped a hand to her mouth.

“What?”

“I promised not to tell anyone.”

“I am not anyone. I am your mother. What else did he tell you?”

“You know why Dada has his lunch standing up?”

“Why?”

“Because he can’t sit. The Monster whipped him with his tail.”

“What else does the Monster do?”

“He pinches their ears. Sometimes he puts a pencil between their fingers and squeezes until they scream. Ma, please don’t send me to school.”

“We’ll see.”

“Ouch!” Molly rubbed her arm.

Grinning Dada held up his weapon, a huge toenail.

“Is it the Monster’s?”

“Don’t you know? We chased away the Monster.”

“How?”

“With this nail.”

“Where can I get one?”

“There’s a cupboard full of nails in school.”

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Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction – a story in 200 words or less. Thanks to Alistair Forbes for hosting this challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt, click here.

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 145

Thanks for reading – look forward to your comments 🙂

And the Oscar Goes to…

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And the Oscar Goes to…

Words 98

 “Congratulations!” Shobha hugged Neha.

“Thank you Shobha Aunty. I admit to feeling victorious! You look stunning and…”

“It’s your day Neha. Let’s talk about you…”

“…And no wonder, even after three decades, Uncle is still besotted with you…oh look – Shobha Aunty’s blushing!”

“Why would I blush? Your Uncle should – he’s the one besotted.”

“Oh but I am blushing.” Uncle butted in. “It’s hidden under the tan!”

Liquor and laughter overflowed.

Shobha’s cheeks hurt from all the smiling.

She couldn’t wait to take off her heavy sari and slip into the tattered nightie that mirrored her wedded life.

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Written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to J Hardy Carroll for the photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here

 Thanks for reading and commenting 😉

For readers of Moonshine, here's Chapter 144

WPS: One Perfect Summer

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One Perfect Summer

Word 150

“That’s Granny’s house. The others lived down the road.”

“There were four of you right?”

“Yes. Darius was the youngest and I, the oldest.”

“The big boss eh?”

“Yep. I got to decide which games to play.”

“Football?”

“And tree climbing. The middle one was mine. I could climb right till the top.”

“Wow! What about Darius?”

“That little tree was his.”

“Poor thing! Didn’t he protest?”

“Loud and long. But he shut up after I threatened to expel him from the gang.”

“Meanie!”

“Might is right, right? We had tons of fun, running wild, pulling pigtails, unclipping the washing, sneaking into kitchens, until…”

“Until?”

“They caught us sharing biryani from Syed’s home.”

“What happened?”

“In an instant a mob gathered. The screams and the smell of burning flesh still haunt my dreams.”

“What happened to the others?”

“I dared not ask. What if they weren’t as lucky?”

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Once again I am trying my hand at What Pegman Saw – a story in 150 words utilizing Google Maps. This week Pegman took us to Portland ND. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.

Thank you for reading and your comments – have a great day.

 

SPF: To Cut a Long Story Short

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To Cut a Long Story Short

Words 203

“Dad why is the crowd outside the gate shouting traitor, traitor?”

“They are upset that I ordered machines that may take away their jobs.”

“But why did you order them?”

“It wasn’t my decision. Besides, they were given the option to learn how to operate them. But I guess it’s easier to throw stones.”

“They’re mean!”

“Go and have lunch.”

“It’s so hot here Mamma.”

“The dining room is cooler.”

“Mamma, do you like cooking in this heat?”

“I love the smile on your face when you see your favorite dish.”

“But you don’t like cooking?”

“Do you like studying?”

“No.”

“But you like coming first?”

“Yes. But I love cricket even more! You don’t let me to play cricket but you force me to study.”

“Cricket is not essential for your survival. Education is. Besides, if you are really passionate about something you can always find a way to pursue it.”

“How?”

“You could do your homework quicker, wake up earlier?

“Mamma…”

“Call Bhaiyya for lunch.”

“Bhaiyya! Lunch!”

“I don’t want any.”

“Why?”

“I HATE Dad.”

“Why?”

“He wants me to become a doctor. But I hate academics. I love only music.”

“I think you only love to sleep. And throw stones.”

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Flash fiction are typically involve two or a maximum of three characters. This one had four, not including the crowd outside the gate! So what do you think? Did it work? Do let me know – thanks!

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 the prompt click here