Wheel of Time

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“Acchoo…., Achoo…”

The rat wrinkled his nose.

 “Yuck! Dusty and musty.” He turned to leave. A sound caught his ears.

“Sob…..!”

Something creaked.

“Hello my dear old friend, my guardian. Why cry?” The old table asked, its skin peeling off with each word.

“Look at me.  Till a few years back these very rats used to envy my beauty.  See today I am a wreck,” the wall sobbed.

“This, my friend is life. Our time is come. Yesterday was ours. Today is his. Tomorrow will be some others,” the table consoled.

“Sigh!”

A piece of plaster fell. The rat ducked.

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Inspired by the photo prompt given above as well as the quote

True is it that we have seen better days.

(As You Like It, Shakespeare)

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Ligt & Shade Challenge

as well as the weekly prompt 

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REUNION

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Word Prompt 

Reunion

Phrase Prompt 

‘At long last’

Picture prompt 

Photo credit: ©Shailaja V / The Moving Quill

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Flash Fiction of 50 words

Pulse racing and blood rushing to my face I opened the heavy iron gate. The air was silent, not a soul was in sight. 

" Spooky," I said to myself and made to leave.

Someone tugged at my skirt. I shrieked. Two hands enveloped me. 

20 years of separation melted away.

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Linking this to Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50’ here 

Age old wisdom

Rubbing eyes, I look at the computer screen. The letters are hazy. Picking up my bag I head for the ophthalmologist’s. There are several others there before me.

I stifle a yawn. The wait is long.  I doze off.

A woman of 90+ with sparkling bright eyes my grandmother, pours two drop of thick dark liquid in each eye, from a bottle. The label read ‘Elaneer kuzhambu’ Dark tears rolling down cheeks she says, “Use this daily. You won't  need specs.” 

Suddenly I hear my name called. I wake up with a start. I wish I had heeded grandma’s advice.

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A drabble inspired by the prompt' My grandmother said' on Write Tribe

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The 'Burden'

The temple bells rang.  Saraswathi amma opened her weary eyes chanting, “Narayana, Narayana.”

“Parvathy, I am hungry,” she said turning around only to be greeted by an empty verandah. Leaning heavily on the walking stick, she climbed down the temple steps scanning the entire premises.

Her nerves went taught; beads of perspiration gathered on her forehead, mouth went dry.

“Lord, what has happened to Parvathy? Where is she?” the mother’s heart worried.

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The bus to Alleppey gathered speed. Letting out a sigh of relief Parvathy thought out aloud, “Good riddance. At last the old hag is off my back.”

Heads turned.

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100 word post written in response to the picture prompt given below, for the 

Light and Shade Challenge Friday 

Image taken by Lyssa Medana

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The storm within

 

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Sitting on the window sill, she looked out at the vast expanse of sea

The waves lapping up the shore brought back dark memories

All hell let loose, the angry waters she saw taking her loved ones deep into the sea

Orphaned for life, lonely and lost, helpless and scared was she

Days turned to months, months to years the scar within ever green

Till that day he came, soft touch smoothed the scars within

Something snapped within her, she felt her heart begin to heal

The storm within now tamed and quiet, she felt at peace with the sea

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The above is based on a prompt on  Write Tribe's100 Words on Saturday 

The prompt was - “S/He felt her/ his heart begin to heal….”

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Dilemma

She couldn't believe it. Fifteen long years she had waited for this. She dialed Rajeev then cut it, deciding to break the news over some sweets. Picking up her bags she headed for the halwai’s. “Gulab jamun for dadi and papa, peda for Rajeev and ma, rasagolla for Priya…” Suddenly she went cold.

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The thought of Priya her adopted daughter, sent a shiver down her spine. Caressing her tummy, she asked the little one growing within, “How do I tell her about you? Will she understand? You know I will always love her. She is my dearest, my first one.”

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The above is based on a prompt on  Write Tribe's 100 Words on Saturday 

The prompt was - “How do I tell her about you?”

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 “Madam, you’ve won three nights and two days at Goa for two,” the voice told Rema.  Taking Satish along, Rema went to office of the sponsor. The lady at the desk spoke at length about their company. In the end she said, “The holiday is yours subject to your investing Rupees five lakhs with us.”

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Exchange Bonanza

Hiring an auto, Raghu took the old refrigerator to the dealer. The exchange offer of Rs. 5000/- was simply irresistible. Raghu selected a refrigerator costing Rs. 12,000/-. 

Salesman: “The exchange value will be Rs.2000/-.”

Raghu: “But your ad promises Rs 5000/-.”

Salesman: “Yes Sir, subject to the condition that you buy the one costing Rs.20,000/-.   

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Adults only

“Wow! Free tickets for the Rock show,” Ritu thought. She called up Richa. Both decided to bunk classes. They rushed to the stadium and waited patiently in the queue only to be told by the guard at the entrance that entry was restricted to people above eighteen. Ritu had missed the T&C in the hoarding.

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Beauty market

Cream in hand Priya toyed with the idea of buying it or not. It was a fairness cream recently launched by one of the popular brands. Suddenly something caught her eye. “To be used under supervision of our skin expert only.” She threw it down. “Another way of making money,” she thought and walked away.

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Lens required

Robert fell for the tall claims of the marketing executive of a leading jeweler. He invested a sizeable amount with them. The ‘conditions apply’ on the form was barely visible.  Robert believing he would get his returns in cash booked a flat. But felt cheated when the jewelers offered ornaments instead. His dream was shattered.

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The Matrimonial Ad

The ad read - “Wanted a fair, beautiful, graduate engineer girl below 26 years for a handsome young man of 50 years, innocent divorcee, engineer belonging to an aristocratic family.”

Raj laughed. The person mentioned was none other than his boss an ugly, potbellied man aging at the temples, a diploma holder.  The son of a fraudster.

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This post is based on the theme ‘Conditions Apply” as part of Fiction 55 on Friday  at 

Write tribe

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