60 Seconds Tales: Terrible Mother

She’s sweating bucketfuls even though the air conditioning in this shopping mall is blasting arctic air through the vents. One hand holds four shopping bags, there’s three more on the floor sandwiched between her legs, while her other hand barely manages to hold down her four-year-old – a slippery baby eel eyeing the gigantic teddy…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #20 – The Rebuff

  “Here, kitty, kitty, kitty”, I call out to the scraggly cat that wanders our neighbourhood, the one with a mark on her forehead that makes her look like she’s a feline Super(wo)man. She’s very coy, especially of humans who wear dog prints on their tee-shirts. I’d have to agree. If I wanted to earnestly…

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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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Thirty Seconds Tales #19: Just My Rotten Luck!

Perhaps the only time luck was on my side was when you waltzed into this tiny town. You were who I’d been looking for. The answer to my fervent prayers. The epitome of the gallant knight that every girl lost in her fantasies dreamed of. The panacea for my lonesome, paltry existence. But typical of…

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Thirty Seconds Tales #18: Daddy’s Girl

{Front door creaks open and the figure of a young woman appears into the nearly dark room. Another figure, that of a man, appears from the door on the far left of the room. He switches on the lights. The young woman winces at the bright lights.} ‘Where have you been all this time? Do you…

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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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