Tag: Women
Protected: Sonu aur Titu ki Lovely – VI
FFfAW: The Pick-me-up
The Pick-me-up
Words 175
“Come for a walk?” Reema was at the door. “Please! I need to vent.”
“Sure.” Dia shut the door behind her. “Yikes it is hot!” she gasped.
“I know,” Reema agreed, “But I simply had to get out.”
“What happened?”
“It’s every damn thing,” Reema groaned, “and the weather isn’t helping. I have an office deadline, college cut offs and admissions are giving us sleepless nights and on top of it, my father-in-law.”
“What’s he done?”
“He has begun to invite random people home.” Reema groaned. “We’ve guests for dinner and lunch.”
“Just make twice the amount.”
“One batch is pure vegetarian.”
“Oops!”
“Exactly.” Reema sighed. “But there’s one good thing.”
“What?” Dia wiped her brow.
“I don’t dread Hell anymore.”
“Right. It couldn’t be hotter than the kitchen.”
They laughed.
“I guess I better get back.” They traced their steps back. “I can see another crisis looming.”
“What?”
“The husband has a cold.”
“Oh no!” Dia commiserated. “Poor you.”
“Thanks for the shoulder.” Reema grinned.
“Anytime.” Dia winked. “But remember, it’s my turn tomorrow.”
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Written for the FFfAW challenge – a story in 175 words or less. Thanks to Priceless Joy for hosting the challenge and I am happy to have managed to rise to the challenge this week. Successfully or not, is up to you to decide! To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Protected: Sonu aur Titu ki Lovely – V
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Protected: Sonu aur Titu ki Lovely – III
Why the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing
Why the Caged Bird Doesn’t Sing
Words 100
“Once upon a time, I was young, happy and carefree.” He said addressing gathered guests on their gala anniversary celebrations. “Until I met her.”
Laughter.
“But,” he raised a hand; “I experienced true happiness only after marriage.”
“Awww.” They nudged her and giggled.
Whenever your demands were met, she smiled at them.
“Thank you for the greatest joy of my life,” he pointed, “my darling Jaya.”
Whom you wanted me to abort, she swallowed.
“I am now the proud husband of a Bank Manager.”
Cheers and claps.
One who is not allowed to manage her own account. Her father beamed.
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Written (with apologies to Maya Angelou) for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and Liz for the intriguing photo prompt. To read the other stories inspired by this prompt click here.
Protected: Sonu aur Titu ki Lovely – II
Protected: Sonu aur Titu ki Lovely – I
Whimsical Notes
Whimsical Notes
Words 100
“Do your homework.” She told her seven-year-old, who was sprawled on the bed, his nose buried in a book. “I’m going to the market.”
He scrabbled up. “Market? I’m coming with you.” He hunted for his shoes.
“What?! No!” She was taken aback. “It’s only vegetable shopping. You hate that…”
“Bad things happen to girls in parking lots.” He said darkly. “I can’t do anything,” he admitted, “but I can shout for help.”
My baby, my knight!
“Would you like to learn to play the guitar?” Perhaps that would distract him.
“Does he have a mustache?”
“The teacher? Yes.”
“Okay.”
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A true account written for the Friday Fictioneers – a story in 100 words or less. Thanks to Rochelle for hosting the challenge and the photo prompt. To read the other stories click here
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