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Stars

“You should always reach for the stars , if you want to end up with some stardust at least”, her mother’s voice echoed in her head as she watched him walk out of the door , not for the first time but perhaps the last if she could not convince herself of the flaws in this philosophy.

With every step he took away from her, the pain in her head intensified , reaching the nape of her neck and spreading to her limbs gradually. The tears came next , uninvited yet relentless in their expression of disappointment at her actions , or the lack of it.

At end of the hallway , he paused and turned towards the picture that hung on the left wall; their first date in the old coffee house that did not exist anymore, maybe like their patience for each other’s limitations; he thought to himself and instinctively touched the photo where their hands met each other.

“I am sorry,but I can not promise you the stars anymore when I do not even trust the land to let me stand unharmed any more.”, he said softly before looking into her eyes with a new resolve. “But you will always rule the underground as my queen and I promise the skies are not any less pretty there even if devoid of stars or star dust; you can hang some of our love to light up the nights if needed”, he said and wished to her to not let him go , one more time ; one last time.

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Written for Six Sentence Story Prompt : Reach

Passion

I liked the rush, I liked the crunch. Never did look back at the fallout. I knew I wasn’t alone in the vast desert road as I frequently heard the howling animals follow my trail, while still hidden in the shrubs. I was not scared or worried, instead, I felt alive for the first time in years.

He hit send on the latest entry for the blog he was maintaining to record his daily progress and thoughts he had on his last adventure.

A thousand miles away, sitting in her bed, she read the blog as soon as it was published. This was her only connection to his world since he walked out if it to follow his passion.

Inspired by First Line Friday and Six sentence story

#fridayfotofiction – Him.


“You can’t love me,you can’t talk about me and you certainly will not search me if I am gone”
“You mean, when you are gone” , she corrected him
He frowned. Did she even understand what he had just said , he wondered.
As if reading his mind, she smiled and typed a little more
“You can not stop me from loving you ,rest I will promise to follow. But am telling you, this is not the last time you will hear from me”and then she logged out from that id forever. She knew he would delete his account immediately.
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Years later she published a book and her interviews filled the papers. He smiled looking at her photograph. He would have to read the book; she was bound to write about him, to him.
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This is my 100(ish) word story for

Check other #fridayfotofiction linked to Tina’s posts here.
My previous short fiction posts are here.

Need you – National Poetry Writing Month (#NaPoWriMo #1)

Here are 2 places I am gonna haunt for prompts and reading :

Poem a day

NaPoWriMo

And of course am gonna write too 😀

SO here we go :

 
Each week, you return to me
with no new words or messages,
each week I welcome still
with open arms,smiling
at the god’s gift
even for time being.
I tell my fears and secrets
in details,shamelessly
to you alone and spaces
that your kisses leave
between my curses
to you,myself and living,
struggling to be free
of either you or the habit
to need, regularly.
 

Written for PAD#1 : To write a communication Poem

Painting

source : imgfave.com

Words, feelings and pauses,

she knew her stance with him,

she saw not where his lines were

but she did fit her cursive style well.

The spaces felt redundant often,

fingers wrote what ink failed,

envelop of hugs carried letters

of dreams shared never before.

Not like the detailed paintings

they created in the past – but

overlapping lines of modern art,

they merged in colors and tones

whispered in the clear cuts

and slept within the blurred

boundaries.the painting had a life.

At the Grocer’s

She picked her stuff like colors – yellow bell peppers , green beans , cottage cheese , ripe tomatoes , onions , and lot of spices. He watched her with a curious look.

Finally he dared to ask , “Darling, are you cooking tonight ?”
“Not today. But very soon I will.”
“Then this shopping ?”
“My cooking classes begin tomorrow.” she proudly declared.

Prompted by vivekisms to write a 55 word story  on “At the Grocer’s”