She looked down at the coffin, and then at the mourners around; the friends, family, neighbours who had all come to console her in her grief. She looked at them as if through a veil, from somewhere far, far away. She could barely take it in. He lay in the coffin, still and dead, helpless,…
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This post is written in response to the two hundred and thirty fifth edition of Fiction Monday hosted on Void Thoughts by Vinitha Dileep. The prompt for this edition is delay. If you like it, do say so in the comments. I would love to hear from you. He rang the door bell, his hands sweating. “Would she still be…
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“Hey, Ma! I’m here. Where are you?” Raina called out as she let herself into the house. “ In here, in the living room.” her mother replied. Raina walked into the living room and stopped short. Her mother was standing in front of a painting, a finger on her lips, her head tilted as she…
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This poem is written in response to the sixty first edition of Fiction Monday hosted on Reflections by Vinitha Dileep. I chose the word prompt, “life”. If you like it, do say so in the comments. I would love to hear from you. Life Gliding through each roomLooking sadly all aroundTouching not things but memoriesOf a life once livedIn pain…
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