“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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This flash fiction is written in response to the fifty ninth edition of Fiction Monday hosted on Reflections by Vinitha Dileep. I chose both the picture prompt and the word prompt . If you like it, do say so in the comments. I would love to hear from you. Hope She sat on the ground, with her back leaning against…
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She stands in the garden quietly breathing in the fresh air. There is no one around at this time of the morning. The sun is just beginning to rise, casting a gentle glow in the eastern sky. A soft breeze rustles the leaves as if whispering good morning to the world. The birds start chirping….
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