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Lost – A Flash Fiction

The dilapidated house was left ajar, giving an uncalled invitation to any passerby. The aura was spooky and the silence hummed a constant eerie. It was over two days Linda was haphazardly tracking her way to find any human habitation without much success. The house was her only hope. Maybe she would find someone, maybe some clue to break away from the maze she was trapped. With a hesitant mind, she stepped inside, what appeared like a Victorian house from some past yonder. The hallway though draped with layers of cobwebs, appeared grandeur. The rusty balustrade, the wooden long winding staircase, the dusty chandeliers, and the ornate walnut neoclassic settees, pulled her in with ease.

A gentle soft touch on her shoulders shook her to the spine. The ice-cold touch froze her to the ground. It took a herculean effort for her to turn and accost her company. She turned and saw nothing but silence mocking her helplessness with an eldritch bellow.

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Inkhorn – A Flash Fiction

The evening shadows crawled into every visible space of the castle with a tinge shade of grayness. The king with his courtiers assumed their designated positions without uttering a word. The silence prevailed, invariably screaming with an obnoxious eerie. The miasma of discomfort clouded the aura and the court, though looked grandeur, yet appeared like a death knell.

The enemies had invaded their land from every possible direction and they were glaringly close to the town’s outermost periphery moat. The rule book said to put their defensive guards on until the first moat is breached. There were three more such moats the enemy had to breach before they could reach the castle and each moat infested with crocodiles in plenty. The king’s oracle advised to break the age-old inkhorn but the king vehemently denied. A sad affair for the kingdom would soon regret the King’s pedantic thoughts.

Aplomb – A Flash Fiction

The kids in her class were loud and mischievous, creating ruckus every moment of the day. As if the uprooting from her country was not enough. She missed her friends, school, and everything that reminded of her beautiful home town. Now caught in a delirious setup, she put a defiant shield on her smile, like armor and kept her interaction with her alien world to a minimum.

Few miscreants took offense of her silence and never missed a chance to tease her. And then one day they took it to the extreme. While climbing stairs she was deliberately pushed down. She tumbled and fell with bruises all over her body. But she didn’t let her aplomb fade away and got to her feet swiftly. Her football coach, who saw the episode, rushed to her and promised to take harsh action against the culprits, but to everyone’s surprise, she didn’t utter a word against her classmates. She put forth her aplomb face and mentioned it was an accident. That day she made many a friend and her new world after all was not strange anymore.

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The Moon and The Wait

And drenching in the moonlit, looking at the crescent ball endlessly, thinking you must have done your bit of gazing not too long ago from the other side of the world, I smiled.

We don’t converse, but the silent whispers flowing down in the blithe night from up above is enough to keep my hopes alive. The moment, when we will accost each other in an ecstatic splendor. And thinking about such possibilities, I survive even in such lonely nights.

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Vernacular – A Flash Fiction

Lost in an alien land, unaware of the chaos, exotic surroundings, he treaded his prudent steps with skepticism.  To add to his anxiety, the terrain inhabited trail was not helping the cause. Then it happened in a  trice, he slipped in, getting trapped in a ditch. He screamed, flustered and became hapless. The more he tried more he got entangled in the quagmire. Hunger, thirst, anger, and desperation consumed his senses and after hours of struggle, he surrendered to his fate. 

And then he heard a soothing voice coming from a faraway place. At first, he thought it is a hallucination and when she spoke again the reality sunk in him. All the apprehensions, threats and anxieties washed away, for he now was lost in her doe eyes and vernacular talks. Maybe he knew he was not in an alien sacred land any more 

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Whimsical – A Flash Fiction

She was a mystery, no one knew where she came from. She hardly spoke and often used her alluring smile to respond. Her gothic looks were not helping either, for everyone wanted to accost her. And her reserved stature only made her more desirable. The men tried everything, cajoling, coaxing, telling tall tales, wearing the best attire, but she didn’t pay any hood and kept locked her mystic demeanor in her well-knitted cocoon.

Years passed on. Few lost interests, few new ones added to her admirer list and some surged back when they saw her gorgeous sight. But nothing changed, she was as mysterious as before.

And then he appeared with his 5’o clock shadow and carefree eyes. His puckish wit and sensuous talks peeled her inhabitation one layer at a time. Then one day she breached her self imposed limit. She looked into his eyes and with a soft harmonious tone enquired his name. But the tables had turned this time, he gently smiled and assumed silence, for now, it was his turn. A vengeance from some past yonder resurfaced at that momentary trice.

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Flounced – A Flash Fiction

She paced waywardly fuming with anger. Her therapist advice echoed on her head, “Whenever in anger, count backward”  And she diligently rehearsed, 100, 99, 98… while in the midst of her counting she saw him approaching. The smirk on his face, that claim of uncalled victory, made her squirm in fury. All the cues and lessons went out the window and she flounced, exposing her vulnerable heart.  

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Recidivism – A Flash Fiction​

He had lost count. Days, months and years passed, seasons changed, so did his charm but despite his arduous wait, she didn’t return. And then one day, when the skies were pewter, and grayness consumed the world, in such a gloomy setup she appeared displaying all love. The smiles resurfaced, the moon shone through the starlit skies and before he could comprehend his long lost love, she disappeared, may be hiding in her cocoon, renewing her old recidivism self.

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Assiduous – A Flash Fiction

It was a morning of annoyance, gray clouds loomed over the horizon and the unruly breeze was blowing cold sheets of winter sparing none. He detested to step out of his dwelling but the urge of meeting her put all apprehensions to rest. And the arduous travel was worth it, for her assiduous loving touch was enough to make the annoyance fade away.  The grayness became pewter shades of desire, the rain morphed to showers of blithe, and despite the chaos, they swelled and glowed smiling in love.

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That Easel

She placed the white canvas on the easel on the boulder overlooking the dilapidated house, which she once called a dwelling, trying to recreate the memories she lost in oblivion in living a feigned life

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