Safe or Sorry?

Written for the Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle for the picture prompt below – a story in 100 words or less. For amazing stories on this prompt click here

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Copyright – Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Safe or Sorry?

Words 100

“Bedtime Sue,” Anne called.

“When is Daddy coming?”

“Daddy can’t come home because of the snowstorm.”

Sue flew to the door. “I heard his car.”

“That couldn’t be Daddy. His car broke down.”

“Then who is it?”

They were alone! Anne caught hold of Sue and motioned her to silence.

Knuckles rapped the door. “Anyone home?”

“Open the door Mommy.”

Anne hesitated. Could she – should she risk it?

“We are lost, hungry and cold. Help us, please?”

Anne stilled. They were more than one.

“Don’t be mean Mommy.” Sue shook her. “They will die in the snowstorm.”

But what if…

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What do you think Anne should do?

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The Denouement

This should work as a standalone story but for best results, please read this first blushing

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The Denouement

 

“Shouldn’t you be on the Mumbai flight?” Angel asked.

Laksh shrugged. “A brief detour.”

“Weren’t you dying to meet your sister?” Angel was still smarting. Just my luck – one decent guy in the batch and I look like his sister.

“You can resuscitate me.” Her heart fluttered. If only.

It was a fun flight back to Delhi. At least they were friends.

“Bye.” Angel said.

“Thanks for your company.”

Despite herself, Angel blushed. His eyes were warm. Too warm.

“My Namaste to Didi.” She reminded herself.

“Drop me at the Departure gate?”

Angel stared.

“By the way, I am an only child.”

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 Words: 102

Written for the Friday Fictioners (flash fiction in 100 words or less) hosted by Rochelle – thanks 🙂 For amazing stories on this prompt, click here.

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FFftAW #71: Crush(ed)

photo-20160620054715745 As Angel entered the library, her pace slowed and her breath quickened. She cast a quick glance at the corner seat. It was empty.

“Cheer up! Your crush will soon be here.” Divya teased.

My crush?” Angel sneered. “I couldn’t care less.”

“There comes Laksh.” Divya grinned. “Your fan is cute.”

Feeling her color rise, Angel sat down and opened her books.

She sensed his eyes on her but she kept hers determinedly lowered. Until curiosity overpowered her. She looked up to find his eyes trained on her – an intense yet pleading look in them.

Embarrassed, she gathered her books and trotted off.

To her horror, Laksh followed her. “Wait!” he caught up with her just outside the door.

Red-faced, heart thudding Angel wondered what she would say if he came clean about his crush – dared she also…

“Excuse me?” She stared.

“I said I am sorry I didn’t mean to stare. You look exactly like my elder sister, a mother to me, miss her so much…”

***

Words: 167

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Written for the FFfAW – 71st challenge (100 – 175 words). Thank you Priceless Joy for hosting it and TJ Paris for the photo prompt. Click here for awesome stories on this prompt.

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SPF: Dead Meat

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“Hi! The whole gang here?”

“Just about.”

“Who’s getting the booze?

“Vijay is supposed to get it from the Army canteen. It’s real cheap over there.”

“Great! But where is he?”

“Talk of the Devil. You are late!”

“Yeah sorry.” Vijay slunk in.

All eyes turned to him. “Did you get the booze?”

Vijay flushed. He shook his head.

A groan rose.

“Why not?” asked Raghav the aggressive and rather bloodthirsty kinds. “You said you would. We gave you the money too.” He looked suspiciously at him. “Did you keep it for yourself?”

“Err, not exactly.”

Raghav grabbed Vijay by the collar.

Aman, the peacemaker, jumped in. “Relax Rags. Vijay, tell us what happened.”

“I bought the booze.” Vijay said. “I was on the way here when I saw Dad coming.”

“Major Rawat?!” The boys chorused. “What did you do?”

“I hid the bottle in the bushes.”

“Good thinking.” Relieved, the boys laughed.

“I thought so too.” Vijay looked glum. “Dad didn’t suspect anything and I walked on ahead with him.

The boys stared. “Didn’t you go back and collect the bottle?”

“I did. But…I couldn’t find the bush where I hid the bottle.”

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Words: 196

Written for the Sunday Photo Fiction (less than 200 words). For awesome stories on this prompt, click here.

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FFftPP #25: Nemesis

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Nemesis

“Why did you buy the parrot?” Mita waited until her husband had finished his dinner. “Another mouth to feed. More work.”

“How much will she eat? I thought the children would like her.” Deep said.

“But…”

“She’s no ordinary bird. She can talk. And her name is Muniya.” Deep’s face glowed.

“But…I…we can’t call her that!”

“We can call her Ma and the children – Dadi. It will be like before, as if mother was back home.” He folded his hands in gratitude.

“But Ma left for Kashi. What will she think when she comes back?”

“I understand your hope Mita!” Deep sighed, “but we have to be realistic. It’s been two years since she disappeared. I went so many times to Kashi to look for her but…” His eye fell on Muniya. He brightened. “Ma.” he crooned. “How have you been Ma?”

“Don’t ask Deepu. Don’t ask.”

Deep started, exchanging glances with Mita.

“Ma! What happened?”

“Ask your wife.”

Mita gave a shriek and fell back.

“Ask Mita? But what?”

“How she killed me.”

Words: 175. Written for the Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner. For other stories, click here

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FFftPP # 24: A Dino Tale

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A Dino Tale

“MOM! Look what I found.” Dev ran inside.

“Yuck! What a mess!” Khushi dragged him off for a scrub.

“Why did you throw it? It was a T. rex bone!”

“No it wasn’t. It’s too small for a T. rex!”

“It was his finger bone.”

Khushi ruffled his hair. “You certainly have a T. rex bone in your head.”

“Really?” Deva’s eyes shone. “Oh I wish I was all T. rex bone.” He loped around howling and snarling.

Khushi couldn’t help laughing. “But remember, T. rex don’t eat Maggi.”

“Then I will be a Brontosaurus.” Dev decided.

“More like Maggisaurus!”

Deva gave a whoop and chanted. “Yay! I am Maggisaurus!”

What the hell Aman! Can’t you ever do anything right?”

Dev froze and stared at Khushi. She smiled at him reassuringly.

“Mom,” he lowered his voice, “I think Daddy is a T. rex.”

Khushi’s lips twitched. “Really? You think so.”

He nodded. “Yes. He especially likes to chew on Aman Uncle.”

Khushi snorted. And me.

“Where’s Chotti?”

“Sleeping. Why?”

“Better keep her away from Daddy.”

“I thought you loved Daddy?”

“I do. He is T. rex! But I love Chotti too.” He paused. “Mostly.

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Words 200

Written for the Flash Fiction for the purposeful practitioner (200 words or less). For amazing stories click here

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“ ‘Aeric!’ Grayson exclaimed, with genuine delight. ‘You’re not dead yet?’

‘Not yet,’ Aeric replied, looking pleased with his continued viability. ‘But I keep trying. And so do you, I hear!’ ” L.S. Baird, Evensong’s Heir

 

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FFftPP #23 – Monkey Business

Written for the Flash Fiction for the purposeful practitioner (200 words or less). Perhaps a bit late in the day and not exactly in line with the ‘rules’ but it is monkey business after all 😀 For amazing stories click here

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 Monkey Business

“Darling! You are back!” Her teeth gleamed and her perpetual grin widened. “Where’s the monkey?” she lowered her voice.

“Err, sorry…”

“But what about my medicine?”

“I’m sorry.” He offered her his worst abject smile.

Sorry? Do you think your sorry can cure my illness?”

“Calm down honey. Your health…”

“If you are so concerned about my health, you should have…

“I tried honey. I really did, but…

“But what?

“The monkey escaped.”

“Oh no! Don’t you know I have to eat his heart to get better? You’ll have go again.”

He crept closer. “Forgive me, but he knows…”

“Oh what a fool you are. I am done with you. Get out!”

“But…

“Tell me have I ever asked you for anything?

“No honey.”

“All I ever asked for was a measly monkey’s heart and even that you couldn’t get. Go away. I never want to see your ugly mug again.”

“But our eggs…”

“Is that all that matters? Your precious water-ball team? You can say goodbye to your dream of an all-boys team. I will make sure only girls hatch from that lot.”

She swished away to pour mud over the eggs on the leafy nest.

Words 197

I guess an explanation (or two) are in order here :D. Let’s get the shorter one away with first. Interestingly crocodiles (btw all alligators [in the pic above] are crocodiles but not vice versa…err at least I think so) lack chromosomes that determine sex. Instead, the temperature at which the eggs are incubated determines the gender. According to Wikepedia, at 30 °C (86 °F) or less most hatchlings are females and at 31 °C (88 °F), offspring are of both sexes. A temperature of 32 to 33 °C (90 to 91 °F) gives mostly males whereas above 33 °C (91 °F) in some species continues to give males but in other species resulting in females.

Wonder what would have happened if humans too had such a system? But that’s another story 😀 Coming back to the above story, many of you may have recognized (at least I hope so) as the extension of the Monkey and the Crocodile story from The Panchatantra. But just in case you have been ‘deprived’ of it, here’s the original story as well – do read, it’s one of my favorite childhood tales 🙂

 The Monkey and the Crocodile

Once upon a time, there lived a monkey on a mango tree beside the mighty river Ganga. He was lonely so he befriended a crocodile with whom he shared the delicious mangoes of his tree. The crocodile enjoyed the mangoes and one day took some back for his wife. She asked him a number of questions and then got it into her head that she was more interested in eating the monkey. But she wasn’t sure if her hubby would do the needful. So she hatched a plan. She pretended to fall ill and claimed that the doctor had recommended eating a monkey’s heart. So if he wanted her to live, he should do the needful, otherwise….

The poor hubby was in a fix – friend or wife? It was a no-brainer (at least for him) and he bit the bullet. He put his plan into motion. He went to the monkey and told him that his wife liked the mango very much and in return for his kindness wanted to invite him for dinner. The monkey was pleased but sad.

“But I don’t know how to swim! How can I go?”

“No problem,” said the cunning crocodile smirking more than usual, “you can have a ride on my back.”

Thrilled, the monkey climbed onto the back of the crocodile and went off for an invigorating ride followed by a sumptuous dinner.

Half way through, the crocodile suffered bouts of doubts. He confessed the truth.

“I am sorry my friend, but my wife is dangerously ill. She must eat a monkey’s heart to survive.” The crocodile shed bitter tears. “It breaks my heart but I have no choice but to offer her your heart. Forgive me my friend, but it is my duty to fulfill her wishes.”

The monkey as you can imagine was horrified. They were the middle of the wide river and he didn’t know how to swim. Death was minutes away! He racked his brains.

“Your esteemed wife needs to eat my heart to live? Oh dear friend what an honor! But if only you had told me earlier…”

“Told you earlier? What do you mean?”

“I mean I left my heart on the tree. If you had told me, I would have brought it along.”

“We could go back and get it?”

“Sure!” the monkey beamed. “If you don’t mind swimming back that is.”

But of course he didn’t. So the crocodile swam back to the tree. The monkey promptly jumped to safety and yelled, “Tell your wife that her evil plan failed because of her foolish husband.”

The moral of the story was of course how presence of mind can save people from tricky situations but as a child, I did feel sorry for the poor hubby croc – I often wondered how she would react. Well now I know 😀

Thanks for reading!  How’s this as a sample Story Club? Nope I havent forgotten and wont let you either! Do have a think over the weekend but dont forget to have loads of fun as well 🙂

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Echoes of Another Love

She waited in the dark still, silent and watchful. Why was he late? Was he not coming home tonight? He did that sometimes. And he never ever bothered to tell her. But she always knew – for he could never pack without her knowledge. Not much escaped her, she thought with grim pleasure.

So why wasn’t he home yet? One of those late night parties, she supposed. One would think he would know better. What about those dark circles? And when she pointed them out he would get so mad. But that wouldn’t change facts would it?

Like she had accepted that in his line of work as a model, there were others. But it was to her that he always came back, and for her that was enough.

She maintained her calm dignified exterior unruffled by goings on in his life – steadfast and unwavering in her approach. Nobody could tell by looking at her that she was waiting – waiting for his firm tread, the click of the switch, bright lights, the whirr of the fan, the rustle as he changed – perhaps that’s when he would throw her a glance.

Just a look just a glimpse of him was enough to change her entire perspective. In an instant, her empty existence would be filled with his presence. This was what she lived for as she gleamed and shone in the knowledge that he loved her, relied on her like he never did anyone else.

For it was only in front of her that he shed his mask and showed his real face. And she prided herself in showing him the nothing but the truth unmindful of the consequences.

Today she would show him the tiny white patch just under his ear. No one else other than her had ever seen it.

And no one would ever hear of it from her – not even if he smashed her to smithereens.

Written for the Indispire challenge: Write a love story with no human, animal or any living characters in it! #LoveChallenge

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