Inertia

I remember that day vividly. It was the middle of summer and it was hot, so hot that the tank top I wore clung to me like a second skin. I remember idly musing that I might have to scrape it off me at the end of the day. Even the tendrils of my ever…

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Pincheliosclerosis – A Story

‘Mrs. Mehta!’ the buxom lady in the gaudy, hot pink chiffon sari lumbered over and engulfed Chiroo’s mother into a death-embrace. Chiroo was sure the bear hug must have given his mother a hernia. He could swear he heard a crunch where his Mother’s emaciated bones creaked with the enormous strain they were being subjected to.…

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Thirty Seconds Tale #20: Something Gained, Something Lost

via Daily Prompt: Sparkle ‘Alright darling, chest out, hips back, inhale deeply and step out. Don’t forget to bow gracefully for our audience at the end. I need you to sparkle for me tonight. It’s a full house.’ And she did. She sparkled, she enthralled, she wooed them all with her nearly four feet childish…

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Detergent Memories

via Daily Prompt: Fragrance She was walking down a supermarket aisle, shopping cart loaded with groceries and other home necessities. She was almost done. Only the cleaning supplies were left to be picked up. She stopped before a display of detergents and automatically reached for the same detergent she had been using for years, when…

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Birds in a Berry Bush: Pencil Sketch

One must ask children and birds, how cherries and strawberries taste… Johann Wolfgang von Goethe.     After a long, long time, I picked up some colors again when I had about an hour free yesterday. After a lot of sloppy tries, this one came alright. I’m not pleased with the leaves at all, but the…

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