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So long, goodbye, farewell.
Posted on February 14, 2018 18 Comments
Sunita tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. If only she could tuck her scattered emotions so neatly away. This was the first time she’d been alone since Rajiv’s Commanding Officer had called. The C.O. had spoken quietly, calmly. She wondered what it was about death that forced a stillness on everything.
Teaching the Youngest to Drive: An Incomplete List
Posted on February 8, 2018 4 Comments
Driving school lessons completed: 6 Vehicle: manual transmission (stick shift), dual control Driving school lessons remaining: 4 Vehicle: manual, dual control
Don’t Pea the Bed
Posted on February 8, 2018 5 Comments
John re-read the note, wondering if he’d overstepped. Thanks for the hospitality. I had a hard time sleeping, so I did some investigating. Lo and behold! I found a dried chickpea under my mattress. I can’t believe you tested me! Penelope P.S. Calling yourself a real “Prince” is creepy. Click the YeahWrite Microprose #356 badge […]
Milestones
Posted on January 18, 2018 18 Comments
Shanti wound her window down and inhaled the fumes. She loved these late-night gas station runs with Appa. It was their time together. No Amma worrying over money, or which Aunty had insulted her this week. No Anna, pretending to be older than his years, trying to impress Appa by discussing politics like a good […]
What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘uck’?
Posted on January 10, 2018 22 Comments
Q: What starts with ‘F’ and ends with ‘-uck’? When my eldest was still shorter than me, still small enough to clamber up onto my lap, take my face in his chubby little hands, and very seriously demand my attention, we lived in a remote town in the far northwest of Australia. (Now he demands […]
Lovers’ tryst
Posted on December 26, 2017 16 Comments
Prompted by their tryst eternal, Sea sends wave on crashing wave, Churning, frothing, roiling Ocean, spits her foaming peaks so bright. Sand awaits impatiently, holding to his word and promise.
Karti’s Revenge
Posted on December 21, 2017 9 Comments
Karti scrubbed with grim determination. It was tougher than she’d thought to get blood out of carpet, and she was sure someone in the building had already called the cops. Even with Marron doped up on tranqs, she’d had a hell of a time muffling his screams. Someone must have heard.
First Kiss
Posted on December 12, 2017 21 Comments
“Close your eyes,” he says, all bravado and fifth-grade-boy machismo. “What? Don’t be dumb,” I say. “Just close your eyes. I’ve got a present for you.”
Exit, Night
Posted on December 6, 2017 25 Comments
Night enters, rudely awakening fear while light peeks tentatively from other rooms. Fate reaches for the one match still housed within its book, lone survivor of smoking years. Phosphorus flowers into flame, snatching at the candle. Vanquished, darkness slinks away.
Asha Rajan 