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At the Top of an Obelisk [A Flash Fiction]

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One Saturday

 

Pearl D’Costa sit down at her table to count the cash. It’s Saturday and she keeps her Diner open thirty minutes past the eleven o’clock–Pearl’s Half Hour Saturday Special her beloved and regular customers named it. But, she cannot count the cash. Her mind is vagabond from the morning after she saw the morning paper. Restaurant Baron Mr. John Samsa in the city. She had calculated and have re-calculated the years after he has returned–twenty years. A narrow but heavy voice startled her; she got up and peeped out of the kitchen. In his unique “Samsa” manner, he places the order to her daughter, halloa missus, one Pearl Zinger Alley. Before she moved out and hide their eyes met. He has kept her promise.


 

I had written this 125-words story a few days ago. And then Wednesday came up and my dear friend Bikurgirl’s prompt came up. I had not written for her for last few weeks, maybe a month. So, when she express she hope I’ll join her this week  (Week#23) I told her, I might join her with a story I’m writing. I changed the names of the character and the Diner and few things to match her prompt.

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Camouflage (52-Word & 6-Sentence Science Fiction)

She wants to look around, but, she cannot. She is undercover. He had put on her a long coat and trousers with a backpack like human women carries. Everything brightened up round her. He took her up; thrust a wire through the loop of the needle in her hand. These photographers…she whine.


Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge #161

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The Storm & the Queen (Micro/Flash Fiction)

 

The rain is pouring cats and dogs. The roof shakes as the storm violently brushes over the thatched roof. He looks at the incomplete statue. He has left it in midway ’cause he was not satisfied all of sudden. This also not going anywhere near to his want or imagination. He wants to imagine her face, but, fantasizing the queen is sin.

The incomplete statues still stand tall. When a nonseasonal storm howl over the meadow, local says it’s the scream of the villagers who have got washed away six centuries ago in a flood leaving behind these incomplete statues.

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[The story had been written in Historical Present Tense]


For Thursday Photo Prompt by Sue Vincent

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I See… (Micro/Flash Fiction)

 

A warning board…

Then…

I see you…fishing…it’s near to noon…

Then…

Then…what, you see…

I see…I see…revolver…with silencer…pointed at your crown…your blood…on…the…steel railing…

This is insane…honey, let’s go…it’ll be late–

To kill YOU…

What’re you saying…he’s my husband…he loves me…

Really…so…why, I see…the shadow…another…lady…pretty…young…look like, Dear, you…

What she saying, Raj…

Nothing…just some Gypsy gibberish…to extort money…

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What has happened…

A lady’s body had washed up…early this morning…you laughing…

I had said them…

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[Written in Story-Through-Dialogues Pattern]

100 Word Wednesday Week #13 by Bikurgurl

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