Flash fiction

Sunlight, shadows and buttons

The dreary landscape, the rivers of blood which moistened it, the jackals that roamed freely in the dark searching for the wounded victims that nourished them day in and out – none of them occupied his thoughts now. He wondered how Stephanie and little Trey were. Did they miss him any more or had they moved ahead with their lives? Here he was anchored to a land he hated, all because of a guy who pushed big buttons which should have been out of his reach.

The arrival

Mikey stared at the makeshift cocoon of POP bones that had been assembled together in the same structural bent as the wall graffiti.  He had been warned off from befouling the wall, the first time he had started painting. The finished painting had stunned the watchman of the under-construction sub-way and all his loiterer pals. The mocks of an itsy-bitsy nine year old had vanished.

The refurbishment

The refurbished fort reeked of modernity and quiet elegance. Rittu looked at it in wonder. The transformation from an old crumbling facade to this temple of glass and stone had been dramatic. Her thoughts flew back to the olden days when she had frolicked undisturbed here with Chimpu.

The basket of ignorants

Queen Lucy looked at the bright orb. She knew this mauve orb decked in black had an important connotation but couldn’t remember what. She heard the hoofbeats of Willard, her brother, the High King’s horse close by.

The missing muchness!

The March hare and the hatter wandered through the maze, careful not to be seen by the restless humans in their aimless wanderings. To find Alice, they must risk it all. A sojourn through this strange world devoid of muchness and it seems all things starting “M”.

The visit

A visit to remember. How far are you willing to travel to satisfy the desires of your heart? Read on and prepare to be surprised at the ending.

Now, I see you

The humdrum of the station never failed to fascinate me with the potpourri of characters who seem different everyday and yet strikingly similar on closer observation.

I am

I am still here.

I hear the sound of betrayal.

I see the the dark light of the impending doom.

I pretend I don’t notice.