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}

 

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Reminiscences

purple flowers on brown open book

Photo by Debby Hudson via Unsplash

Being the healthiest, she often prepared the inmates their favorite meal.
The way some recalled their life reduced her to tears, but nothing from her own made her so.

Neither that she had to give up her studies for the family’s sake nor that she got repeatedly cheated by the sole man of her lifeleaving her and the kids destitute.
Barely the times she forgave him only to repeat the cycle and the numerous times her kids failed her, and finally abandoned her.

She had allowed what came in, let what left her and seen what remained.

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99 words

{January 3: Flash Fiction Challenge}

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}

Absolute Decimation

Image result for st. helena islandPhoto: Queensland.com

What hurts more, the pain of heartburn or that of a heartbreak?

Napoleon was seen staring through his bedroom window. A steady downpour has created a fog. His weary eyes couldn’t be fixed on anything he could believe as the skyline, let alone identify the boundary of Saint Helena Island from all other presences.

He was scared of throwing up. The image of a military leader! He held his breath.
If he didhe won’t be fined either! A scoffing reminder about his exile.  

The growing pain above the belly button didn’t concern him much.
But …..Josephine! Her shrieks on the day their marriage was annulled, echoed in his earsIt was raining back then, too.

Bitter remorse overruled him with a tinge of intense despair.
He was shivering, his soul withering. The rain became intenser.

His head turned sideways, the blood arrested face fell into a deep slumber.

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Word Count: 150

{Written for What Pegman Saw}

Depth Images

PHOTO PROMPT © Russell Gayer

 

“Mom, do you ever think of dad?”

The seventy-eight-year-old mother retained a dazed look at her son’s query. They were walking up the valley towards the pale mountains.

“No!”

“Why?”

“We never enjoyed that connection.” 

 His mother was seen grim-faced and silent. 

To his surprise she continuedpointing at the mountains.

“Your dad was like those mountains. He wanted attention and adoration. Somehow, he gained it. I waslike this valley, always unnoticed, unattended and unappreciated. Everyone forgets mountains are inseparable from valleys”. She paused. “… It’s good that he’s no more…!

Alan credited the unfathomable depths of human relationships.

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Word Count: 100

{Written for Friday Fictioneers}