March 02, 2011

The Nightmare - Mag 55

Courtesy Magpie


Weary feet in step
with the world's drum
a casual glance reveals
the carefully constructed
facade still in place.


Some normal  days
solace brings along
the journey thus far 
highly strung nerves
like a coiled spring
never knowing when
dim courage has bolted...


A nervous tick belies
the hidden tremors awakening
blood splattered walls
lemon souffle and fork
the nightmare begins....


Sympathetic voices 
wake up to
a year ago
seems much longer
our last meal
before they took her
my only child
draped in blood
darkness covers
as they burgled along...













Haiku 8

 Courtesy : ohwhatachristy's photostream
The ripples settled /
A shadow, your reflection /
No more a Mirage? //



















February 27, 2011

A fairy's Dilemma


 The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.
"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun. 


 140 exact.















Microfiction Monday #72

 The harp turned into a wet mop, jostling her awake.

"Clean the mess first" barked the angry voice.
Sloshing in the rain was no longer fun. 





 140 exact.


The limit is a tweetable 140 characters or fewer, inspired by a photo or illustration.
Based on a Tweet on Photo theme...
 by Susan Carleton at Stony River ....check out others gems out there.

February 26, 2011

Adios Silken Dream


 Thought I'll dole out a less serious tale for a change... *cough*  another true story *cough* except for the prompt....




The pile steadily increased....given it was trousseau shopping, not to mention silk sarees gifted to close relatives...


The colours swirled in front of them, thirty six shades of violet...
Undecided, looked around....her reception one not chosen....
The perfect shade of mauve, called out literally..the embroidery and price tag left her bedazzled...
She touched lovingly, to have it pried away gently...”The lady in green has selected it.....cash payment and its yours.”
She dodged peak traffic to reach the bank....silent prayers, awaiting her turn. To her dismay...the ATM machine began dispensing twenties!!!
Stepping out to find the lady and her dream walking towards the car.








Jenny Matlock
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