Written for MLMM's Photo Challenge #340, hosted by Nekneeraj. Photo by Oleg Zaicev on Pexels.com Amira emerged from the bathroom, rubbing her long wet hair with a towel as she glanced at the clothes laid on her bed."Does the yellow top go with the red skirt?" she asked, switching on the hair dryer for a quick... Continue Reading →

Image from Pixabay "Mrs Wardner, there have been some concerns regarding your professional conduct," came the prim voice of her boss's superior as she sat down in a swanky private office. Sally looked suspiciously to the man standing beside the dour faced woman before her. Her boss looked smug. "Firstly, your whereabouts are-""-I've a weak... Continue Reading →

This is for Bikurgurl's 100 Word Wednesday #173. Days after the landslide, some of the shops at the local market were opened. A young lad came up to stand beside the fruit seller, offering him garden picked beautiful flowers. He accepted with a smile, patting the boy. Wishing him a good day, the boy departed;... Continue Reading →

3Line Tales #12

Written for Sonya's Three Line Tales #249. Write three lines inspired by the photo prompt.. photo by Lavkush Gupta via Unsplash A silhouette against the pale orb, the Watcher perched on the bare branches. A pale hand, with bony fingers rose as the hysterical crowd quietened down; the creatures shifting about in excitement and anticipation. Triumph... Continue Reading →

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields "Adventure lured you out of retirement?" A man in grey shirt asked, handing over an envelope containing money trails, few profiles, some cash and IDs. His companion paused before replying, "Remember the factory blast in '15?" His handler nodded, they'd lost some good men and women."My mentor was among the... Continue Reading →

Image- Bikurgurl They ride back home was tensed and silent. So, Kamala's interest was piqued when her usually soft-spoken mother launched into an angry diatribe. "How could you behave so atrociously, Dileep?" his wife hissed. "You turned their anniversary celebration into a ruckus, despite my request to let bygones be bygones." Dileep scoffed, as the... Continue Reading →

Image by  Brooke DiDonato Mrs Davis was considered to be a fit babysitter by the Rogers, for she was punctual, stern and well groomed, a mighty improvement from the last one who filled the position. But the three children felt that she was too incurious and strict to be their care-taker. They used to have... Continue Reading →

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