Sinner

He would expect her to fly into his arms and sit in his lap. To run her fingers through his thick hair.

Zaffre Alchemy

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. “Baba, the guests are here!” Tara stomped down the basement stairs and stopped at the last step. “Baba…” “Sh… sh…”  She glanced at his raised finger and sighed. It was of no use. She wouldn’t get any help from him,…

Yellow (Sunshine) Enthusiasm

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. “No… no this is not the right color. Show me that one…” She pointed to another one and the salesman pulled it out from the shelf and displayed it with the same enthusiasm as he had shown us the first…

Xanthic Chemistry

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. Annoyed, she looked at him again over the specs, correcting the formula and mixing the chemical compound which was turning slightly yellow in color. He shrugged, once again feeling inferior to her when she got the results right.  Why did…

White Angel

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. The siren indicating emergency and start of curfew went off, creating panic in the workshop. He looked at the wall clock of the factory and shut down the heavy machine. It seemed, there had been another religious carnage in the…

Vermilion

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. She looked at her brother entering the house and a stone pressed her heart. His eyes told her everything was over. Her legs gave way and she sank on the floor. * * * He lay on the ground shrouded…

Ultramarine Canvas Shoes

#AtoZChallenge – Flash fiction based on life’s philosophy or mood or emotions, interpreted using colours. The dreaded, Sister Helen at our convent always checked our uniforms after the assembly when we were supposed to march down to our classes. She expected the uniform to be washed, starched and completely white, along with the canvas shoes…

The Trophy

Short Story The twirling continues to the never ending music and his infinite energy. He smiles and pulls me closer. I know he wants me to smile, loosen a bit, look around, pretend to enjoy. My eyes take a sensuous sheen when I relax, he says. I have had a couple of glasses of wine,…