Sharmila walked with her head bowed as she entered the conference hall from the side while Vidyuth hailed her from behind. “Ignore the No Entry…
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The twinkling threat
The grim exchange of insults between the leader of the free world and a dictator alarms the entire watching world. My take on this week’s “What Pegman Saw” prompt is a reflection of an extreme outcome should things get out of hand.
View More The twinkling threatThe walk
Little Anna had always wanted to head a procession. Was her desire fulfilled? Read on to find out.
View More The walkThe pursuer becomes the pursued
The smiling alleyway wreathed in hot afternoon sun and the onset of evening shadows couldn’t hold Barty’s interest. The thief had run into the alley…
View More The pursuer becomes the pursuedThe story of a stone
The exposed castle stones lay baked in the sun. Stone number 23 wedged facing the cubby hole on one side and number 44 on another side sighed internally.
View More The story of a stoneDahlia Dances
The potted dahlias bloomed with bright colours framed in the distance by the red hibiscus. Kandasamy came closer for a look when he spotted Durai sitting in the chair.
View More Dahlia DancesThe Gift
Rashid counted his leftover weekly pocket allowance. He regretted his illicit greediness over his daily pani pooris. His nine year old’s imagination, allowance and savings were limited.
View More The GiftThe hand
It was a hand that had healed thousands. A hand that had held medicines for the patient, a hand that supported the weak and infirm, a hand that had never tired of reaching out to the sick, needy masses that flowed into the city hospital.
View More The handThe goat track
As Jim whistled for his goats to hurry along the track, he saw the sky darkening. Snowy, the youngest kid in the herd, left her mother and leapt into his arms. Stroking her soft head, Jim was momentarily transported into the past.
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As Tim passed the Qubec lake on the way to his farm, he felt nostalgic. Relieving his past memories, he clearly remembered the day when his dad brought him on his first fishing trip to the lake.
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