TPC Romance Week Post #8: The Watch I Lost

A gold encrusted watch I kept Tied onto my left wrist. A gift from me Pappy dear, The thought of losing it I couldn’t bear. Then one fine summer’s night While on a pot I sat, I turned my wrist and its clasp Flew open and plop it fell Into the murky waters of toilet…

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Just Your Everyday Conversation Between Husband And Wife

Husband: “Oh boy, will you look at that? I don’t think we’ve ever had it this bad before?” Wife: “Oh, umm, yuck….gack! It does look bad. How? How are they capable of such things?” H: “I was just going to say that. Well, don’t just stand there, do something; it’s a mess and it’s getting…

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Vengeance

Love isn’t a band-aid; You can’t slap it over every wound And hope it will heal. Time isn’t a panacea; Some wounds go in too deep, They never stop hurting. ‘Give it time’ and ‘love conquers all’, They’re only glossy varnish,  When tears and entreaties fail. Let me have my vengeance. Sometimes it’s the only salve…

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Doodling Again

via Daily Prompt: Age It’s been an age since I doodled, and since I’m not writing much for the blog (actually, I’m not writing much, period), I thought I’ll just try doodling one evening and post the result, and these two were done in the one hour that my daughter was out playing with her…

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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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Ginger, Gingery and Gingerly

Gingerly is the Daily Word Prompt today. Gingerly…. I don’t get why gingerly means what gingerly means. This is what Cambridge Dictionary says it means – Gingerly – in a way that is careful or cautious But why? Ginger is ginger, as in this   Okay, also this   Not the girl, people, the color of her hair. Okay, some…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #17: Something Broken

A four-year-old says to his babysitter – ‘What is cloaked?’ ‘Covered.’ ‘Then what is clocked?’ ‘Something to do with time, or achieving something. Please, not now. I’m trying to find my phone. I don’t know where I put it… Did you see my phone?’ He doesn’t answer. After a while. ‘What is croaked?’ ‘Aargh! Can…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #16 – The Choice

Her head was feeling cluttered already. Three cups of morning coffee had still done nothing to unclog her brain pores. She was still standing where she had been standing for the past 2 hours – before the mirror. ‘This isn’t helping. I need a shower…. a cold one.’ Throwing off her dressing gown to the…

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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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Daily Prompt: Faded Jeans and Failed Chances; #Daily-Prompt, #Flash-fiction

Originally posted on The Pradita Chronicles:
via Daily Prompt: Faded I reminisce about faded jeans and failed chances. For on a night like tonight, I spied him, sauntering into the room, charging up the atmosphere, with his Brando-like swagger,  his Dev Anand-ish smirk . His faded jeans spelled ‘reckless’,  while his carefully tamed coif screamed ‘dandy’. It’s as…

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