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Microfiction: Almost Everything

Sun, sand, and sea. Just one thing missing, which he magically produced from behind him: A 1998 vintage. He thought of everything…


Word Count: 22

Prompts:

Weekend Writing Prompt #120 – Vintage

Sunday Photo Fiction – Aug 25 2019

Flash Fiction: Waiting Area

I waited with my hands crossed.

I was accustomed to the waiting area of the clinic. It was my fifth visit. However, I could see a little girl nervously looking around. Her mother was holding her hand, giving her the courage to remain seated. Courage was indeed required when you are a little kid and you hear screaming coming from the room next door. The doctor had taken no efforts to soundproof his operating theatre. We could all hear the drill whirring and the patients screaming. Everyone knew what was going to happen once we went inside.

The scars on our temples never let us forget…


Word Count: 106

Prompt:

Sunday Photo Fiction: July 21 2019

Photo Credit –
Photo by Arun Sharma on Unsplash

Flash Fiction: To Be Old Again

Has this road become longer, or have I become slower?

Definitely the latter. I really have become old.Look at me, can’t even manage to walk without my cane. I see the road is covered with petals from the tree. The same tree that only a few months ago, stood barren and cold in the winter. If only all us humans had that ability to shed our old skin and look young all over again. Well, I can’t speak for all the humans. But, I’m lucky I discovered the fountain of youth.

Now where did I keep that water-bottle?


Word Count: 99

Prompts:

Carrot Ranch May 9: Flash Fiction Challenge

Sunday Photo Fiction – May 12, 2019

Flash Fiction: Curse

He did not like them. The two of them were always together – Inseparable. He hated that.

He sent rain, shine, hail and storms at them. However, they would always stand together, hand in hand. The defiance in their eyes frustrated him. Try as he might, he could not control them. No matter what he tried, their affinity towards each other never diminished. Those blasted intertwined fingers, they always got to him.

He could take no more. He cursed them – Turned them into creatures that did not possess hands and fingers. Now they could not hold hands ever again. They would only stand next to each other, for all of eternity.

They did not seem to mind.


Word Count: 118

Prompts used:

Sunday Photo Fiction June 10 2018

FOWC Control

Affinity – Word Prompt

 

Happy Reading! 🙂