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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The Mason

He’s a mason. He builds and mends for a living. Each day he carefully measures and lays down the mortar and bricks required to build walls, windows, roofs, courtyards; a home, a school, or a prayer hall. He’s the man when you need someone to mend the cracks, collapsed walls of your buildings, and even…

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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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Twinkling Lights

That last night haunted her for years. That night powdery rain covered the landscape like dew. It had rained heavily the whole day, but now it seemed the clouds were beginning to lose steam, as if to say, ‘this is all we’ve got’. The slick roads of her small village glistened in the moonlight like…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #5: The Wrong Dare

They thumped their shot glasses together on the table and instantly started giggling like high-schoolers. There was a variety of things on the table, but most of it consisted of emptied bottles of liquor. One such bottle lay between them. In between giggles, he said to her, “Okay your turn now!” She feigned a bored…

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