Category: Sudden Fiction

Colonnades

Photo: Canva.com

Reflecting on memories during the late thirties is like taking a walk through long colonnades. She has felt it a hundred times.

The ranked memories, each alcove created for each event from the childhood, adolescence and the glorious youthful days.
Some nights, when we are all alone, we see a full moon shining through the colonnades; whose solemn look befits all the sweet evocations.
On radiant days, shadowy but warm colonnades remind of the unspoken apprehensions, and agonies we once survived.

Just as the colonnades are magnificent, so are our memories.
Still, somewhere exists fallen colonnades, the vexed memories.

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99 words

{Flash Fiction Challenge January 17 2019}

In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story that includes colonnades.

 

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The Unfortunates

Photo  by Yinglan

From where he stood, the place appeared like a verdant meadow.
The rich kids in colored T-shirts were playing. Their posh houses were visible from his spot. Witnessing their plays, shouts and screams delighted him. 

The winter has caused all the trees to look like tall skeletons. 
It was noon. But the haze didn’t give way to the typical noon-day warmth.
The kids didn’t bother either. What’s more important than playing outdoors with friends?

His stomach grumbled. He hastily moved to the gully side of the meadow.
His ungloved thin hands started sorting the things found there.
Being a ragpicker kid, he was searching for his ‘gold’ in those ditches.

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111 words

{FFfAW Challenge – 200th-Photo Prompt}

Heart of Gold

gold-and-silver-colored pendant necklace

Photo:Alex Chambers via Unsplash

As he calculated the hard-saved money under the dull light, his lips curved into a smile.
“Enough for a lovely gift to her!”

His wife had openly alleged that she was unloved by her husband.

Every time she had rushed into explaining about the no-gifts received from him during their one year of marriage, he felt reduced to dead broke. Finally, she had left him to stay with her mother.

Being heartbroken both husband and wife had started speaking broken English. They started conveying their woes to their non-native neighbors.

 
In an overemotional and exaggerated tone, she told, “You seeanniversarybirthdayvalentine’s day, new year and other festivals, all went without a giftnot even a rose. No more stay with this beggar!” Then she would cry, reminding the worst Pokemon cries.

On the other hand, he would say, “Money comes, money goes, money stays with me not, just like her!” He would sit like a monkey whose only banana was snatched by another.

With six months of diligent effort and having saved enough money to buy her a gold necklace, he headed to the jewelry street of the town. It was dusk. His mind was full of dreams. The moment she would set her eyes on the necklace, she would seize her bag and return with him.

As he proceeded, a hand as smooth as rose petals, snatched his wrist. 
Coming back from the dream world, he observed a pretty damsel.

Overwhelmed with griefshe informed him about her mother being hospitalized for life-saving surgery. If she couldn’t collect the needed money within an hourshe would lose her only family. As it was dusk, no one was ready to lend her a loan*.

 She offered him her 30-gram gold chain and begged to give whatever money he has to save her from becoming an orphan. He could help her, she thought. At the minimum, he was spotted in the jewelry street.

A charming damsel in distress! His simpleton village heart melted.

He had 24 grams of a gold necklace in mind, and he was offered 30 grams gold chain for lesser money by the damsel. A profitable deal!

He handed over his money. As the damsel ran away, he felt contented.

The following day, he went to sell the gold chain given by the damsel only to find it was a beautiful strand of rolled gold.

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{YeahWrite Fiction Challenge 405}
Genre Prompt: Comedy
Personality Trait: Impulsive

*In many cultures, lending money or items in the evening is considered a taboo.

In Search of Organic

spf january 6 2019 ce ayr

Photo Credit: CE Ayr

The bone-creaking old man was desperate. His noisy joints and spindly legs were limiting his movements. 

“Only broth can save you,” assured his trusted healer. “But mind you, the lambs must be completely grass-fed, organically grown!”

The old, but rich man set out with his dearest companion to purchase as many lambs he could get from the sheepfold on the outskirts, which guaranteed to provide organic cattle.

The direction board helped him reach his destination.
He paid no attention to the huge waste bins at the entrance

Just before fixing the deal, a garbage picking van made an appearance at the gateHis gut instincts made him limp towards the entrance. 

Huge trash cans filled with numerous bottles and covers of the hormone drugged feed were being collected by the van driver.

Money can’t buy health!” Muttered the old man while getting into his SUV.

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145 words

{Sunday Photo Fiction – January 6, 2019}

Sweet Tooth

PHOTO PROMPT © Priya Bajpal

Saras has learned the lessons only a toothache can teach, promptly to disregard when the ache is gone. The fifty-eight-year-old woman can’t quit the sweet stuff. 
A tooth removal was essential. Being a heedless patient, her dentist has stopped exchanging pleasantries. Services weren’t denied, thanks to the Hippocratic oath.

At the clinic, while experiencing excruciating pain, her eyes fell on the multi-colored candies kept in a jar on the pebbled surface teapoy. 
Before leaving after the procedure Saras queried someone if she could take some.
“Of course!” 

Candy-like papers with dental health tips left her bitter for the remaining day.

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100 words

{Friday Fictioneers}

 

High-and-Mighty

shallow focus photography of dried leaf

Photo:Harli Marten via Unsplash

Her seventy-two winter-kissed body skin glowed with a healthy pink tinge. A little bit of Botox and other contemporary techniques, with the world’s best make-up kits and stylistsabove all a never-ending cash pile is all that it took her to become the talk of the town. Funeral fashion has become lax with Alaena, who pretended death doesn’t exist for her.

Everything came to a halt when a nagging headache conquered her. The pain-averse culture counseled her about the most modern medicine. But who could assure her that it won’t affect her appearance? 

Her Rolls Royce steered to the outskirts.
There lived a wrinkled and grey-haired forty-two-year-old man, gifted for curing any ailment with mere water brought by his patients.

At the door of his mansionAlaena wanted to know his name and affiliation.
“My name is Tomato.” She couldn’t help but laugh. He didn’t mind a bit.

He offered her the loftiest seat and turned back to sit three feet opposite to her.
She couldn’t shift her eyes off his long tail, possessing an arrow at its tipsweeping the floor he walked.

“What took you to my place?” His eyes sparkled like garnet in the light.
When the bemused woman demanded a cure for her throbbing headache, he nodded affirmatively.

With the first gulp of water in her bottle, she felt completely fineMuch surprised and delighted, she thanked him, a rare gesture.

“But man, I am intrigued, why do you look like an old monkey, with that disgusting tail?”
In reply, he consumed the remaining water she had brought.

Before long her mask fell off, her wrinkles became prominent, and her protruded cheekbones, snowy –white hair and sunken eyes gave her the look of a skeleton.

She ran out the door screaming until she fell down dead, covered in the village dust.

Alaena’s Rolls Royce is still parking at Tomato’s mansion.

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316 words

[For readers’ information, the prompt was to write fiction in the genre ‘Magical Realism’ including the personality trait ‘vain’]

{Written for YeahWrite #404 }

Peek-a-Boo

Photo prompt by Jodi McKinney

The terrified couple plodded into the refugee campNeither they nor the others memorized exactly the sequence of events since the last 30 hours.

Hurricanes weren’t new. But that time they had walked the delicate rope between life and deathThey had the slightest worry about their ripped off house and the wrecked farmland. But they mourned for their only kids- cows, goats, horse, rabbits, a puppy, and a cat. None made it.

At the camp, they received food and essentials, were even tested for infectious diseases. Though touched by suicidal ideation, none cried.

The woman looked out of the window to find a peek-a-boo session by the sun and the dark clouds. She smiled. The husband looked at her questionably.

One of the nurses enquired. “Miss, you are expecting, right?”
“No.” She answered surprisingly fast.

The nurse smiled. “Yes, absolutely, you are. I know it’s challenging. Things will turn out fine, but only with your care.” 

When she had left, the woman smiled more beautifully increasing the perplexity of her husband.

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Word Count: 171

{Written for FFfAW Challenge – 199th}