Beside You [100-Word]

"Hey hon, do you remember that picture...the picture you had shown me last week at the doctor's chamber...the one from the travel magazine...a man and a woman standing by the Lake...what was it name...the name was..." "Hush...doctor had said to be quiet...don't stress yourself...and I do remember the picture...but, not the name of the Lake..."...

Smile [100-Word]

I opened my wallet for tenth time or eleventh--I've lost count; there are not much there. The rumor was true now it seems; the market crashed and many are kicked out; when I'll be paid my salary or whether it will happen sooner, no surety of it. I had called her telling I'll be late,...

Freedom or Not [100-Word]

The night was full moon as it was...is it “would be” a century ago or few years ago, or, is it "will"...I couldn't decipher the point of the time I had looked at that transparent sign of the house--the wizard hat in the square fixed to a pole--last time…it couldn't be the future because present...

Gift

Written for 100-Word Wednesday #96 Organized by Bikurgurl... It was their anniversary and he had forgotten it. Call from his sister made him recollect that. He opened his mobile banking app and calculates the balance—there’ll be another session of chemo next week and there four more, they come with medication, fees for the hospital and...

Desolation of a Soul

A Halloween Special Story... He tried to enter the house, but, he couldn't. He needs something to get-in in the house. Last time he had chosen the picture of the smiling lady beside the hanging mirror, but he got caught as the woman whom he admired a lot seems to own the power to see...

An Award Function Affair

For Bikurgurl's 100 Word Wednesday#90.... Everyone’s looking for and calling him. Mr. Rao is silent; sometimes he’s joining others, but, with disinterest—that’ll be only detected by him. He knows he prefers getaway from all these humdrum and microphoned-chaos and boasting and cuddling. “Rao, where is Joe?”Mr. Das Gupta comes up with disturbance. Rao now stirred....

At the Top of an Obelisk [A Flash Fiction]

My old man once said, standing here, and pointing in front with his gold-tipped mahogany cane, "what a city it was...joy...happiness..." I had asked him, "now...what it is..." He had a mirth in his broken voice while replying, "grave...graves...those are monolith...no...actually obelisk...on the dream...dreams...of yours...of mine...of children of yours...my grandchildren..." "Excuse me...sir...Mrs. Gallyot will see you...

A Thanksgiving Treat

I look around. There he's. He's coming slowly and steadily, sipping on a glass of...Starbucks...ah...how long I didn't have one...when we were young we used to have it sometimes...now we're old so we're deprived of it...Tom for bron...bron...bron--kai-tee-ss...I think it is known as...and me...for teeth...last hour one more tooth has gone...he doesn't know it yet... Hey...

When the “Love” Linger [Flash Fiction]

After a while written a flash fiction. And submitting it for my dear friend Bikurgurl 100 Word Wednesday #42. The dawn light penetrating through the verdant surrounding. She wrap her blanket tightly by her elbow. She may seem calm and composed, but, underneath not. She had this doubt which is now confirmed. How will he...