Author: Still Loved...Still Missed

A direct person. An official. A story lover at heart. An occasional story teller. Sentimental, still practical. I should be ashamed that the two other blogs I owned "died" because of my indolence. I am sincerely thinking to revive my writing, however simple they are regarding the literary value. I earnestly desire to keep this blog alive. Hearty cheers to all!

Happy Campers in Need

PHOTO PROMPT © Anshu Bhojnagarwala

 

Our sister’s transformation from a lively girl to a depressed doll took a toll on us.
Our cousin, Rose, who accompanied us in one of the trips could make her smile and talk, a couple of times.
During the campfire, our sister almost danced a few steps. 

Rose was quick to intervene when she kept staring at the fire.
Well, what do you see?”

“Folded human hands, requesting help!”
“Oh! It reminds me of the grilled, spicy corn cobs, so D.E.L.I.C.I.O.U.S.!
“That sounds yummy!” Our sister cried enthusiastically.

Sometimes, all we need is someone to alter our cerebrations.

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99 words

{Friday Fictioneers}

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Cozened

grayscale photo of two men in cave with body of water

Photo:Warren Wong via Unsplash

I had no reason to turn down my boyfriend’s marriage proposal. We had met only two months before. My family disapproved, but he was so kind and respectful. He seemed quite well off though we didn’t talk much on that.
I cried the day he had gifted me the tickets to The Baths, in the British Virgin Islands. He had planned to celebrate our V-Day in my dream destination.

The unique island vibes when coral sands blend with blue water, posh resorts, superb food and snorkeling, everything in our menu seemed mesmerizing. We trotted through the white beach-sand, took perfectly posed, but candid, selfies leaning against the granite boulders.

Passing an abandoned grotto, I saw my man receiving small white packets from a stranger, hiding it and proceeding like nothing ever happened.

In a drug smuggling corridor with a dealer!

I understood the trap I was in, but too late.

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150 words

{What Pegman Saw -The Baths, British Virgin Islands}

 

 

Prophecy

Photo Jasper Wilde via Unsplash

The shabby lone woman exited her hut to inspect the sea.

Peculiar shades of red laughed in the horizon.
Birds flapped across the evening sky.

The shore was all tensed up over the impending arrival of a disaster.
Fishing nets had oarfish, which predicted an upcoming tsunami or earthquake.

She, who knew it was coming, fell into a meditative trance.

The sea was calm for the next days until she disappeared from the place.

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74 Words-Inspired by a recent news

{Weekend Writing Prompt #93 – Horizon}

 

Paper Boats in the Monsoon

Subramanya Bhat

Photo Credit Subramanya Bhat (Photo for SPF)

A delayed child, who never spoke, giggles to herself.
Everyone except me thinks she is defective. None in that big, rich family cared.
Somehow she knew I appreciated her. She hugs my gifts and giggles.

I visited her last monsoon. She was playing with paper boats in puddles of water. She appeared angelic.

A fallen coconut, her port. Boats named in an unknown script. Suddenly she spoke a peculiar language fluently.
The signs were good enough, she was an angel.
She hugged the pink sweater gift and giggled.

A month later saw her lifeless body wearing that pink sweater.

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99 words

{Sunday Photo Fiction – February 10, 2019}

{February 7: Flash Fiction Challenge}

Dragons

SPF 10-07-18 CE AYR 4Photo Credit: C.E. Ayr

Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Those with a fake smile.
The ones who offer a false style.


Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Every so often they appear as,
Chilling fears or milling tears.
Off and on they appear as, 
Burying worries or worrying hurries.

Every day I despise,
The diverse dragons in disguise.
Now I have made a will,
To bring all the dragons to kill.

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{Sunday Photo Fiction – February 3, 2019}

Trails of History

aerial view of city buildings during nighttime

Photo: Andre Benz via Unsplash

The old lady couldn’t interpret the hoopla and the coverage shown in the morning television news. After several minutes, she could realize it was about the series of thefts that happened in Manhattan City. The reporter was describing the CCTV footages that presented a group of people entering different stores stealing items.
Her great-granddaughter was managing a stationery store in the city. But, that didn’t prompt the lady to call her and enquire the matters. 

Hours later, the grey-haired lady received a message from her granddaughter which affirmed the theft in her store too.

Tinged with her own Native American history, she remembered the innumerable thefts and the trails of tears her tribe had to endure centuries ago. Manhattan may be a national treasure today, but it was somebody else’s yesterday. 
Store thefts appeared trivial. 

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{What Pegman Saw-Manhattan Island}