Photo credit : Sandra Crook “Oh, that?” The tour guide mopped his brow with his sleeve. “Those are the remnants of the landslide last year when the earthquake struck. Terrible times for this place!” “I can imagine”, the traveler mumbled, “but hey, how come nothing happened to these little homes here?” “Isn’t that what… Read More Backbone


Photo by J Hardy Carroll ………………………………………………………………………………. The couple had just about finished setting up their new house beside the church. It was their first day at the mass and the service had just ended. Shaking with disbelief, they took the sight in. It was true, after all. All the rumors! “Oh God, how could we have… Read More View


“Wheeeeeee”, she shouted as the carousel spun them almost parallel to the ground. It was her first time in an amusement park. She had never seen so many colors together. Never felt so happy. Never known that this world existed. Her daily existence as a “boy” at the restaurant had meant seeing dirty dishes, people… Read More Carousel

Fork People

“Fork people?! Again?!” “Really! These people need to get accustomed to the fact that just because our party’s election symbol is a fork we haven’t necessarily stuck one in it already!” “Why is it so hard for them to believe we’re back to contest the elections?” “Because the last show we had at an election… Read More Fork People


“Cloud-gazing!” she exclaimed. “Oh, so this was the plan!” laughed her friend. They were sitting on the rooftop of their hostel. “That’s why I asked you to bring that camera.” she explained further. “But” her friend hesitated. “Huh?” she questioned with her eyes. “I asked you to bring the camera your great-grandfather, the Duke of… Read More Reason

The Regular

Another week, another Friday Fictioneers challenge! This week Rochelle gave us the above photo prompt, the credit for which by the way goes to Ted. They had put the bottles, well whatever was still remaining of the bottles, back onto the shelves. The small and big lights were glittering here and there reflecting in the mirrors… Read More The Regular

The Last Goodbye

Photo credit: Kent Bonham For this week’s Friday Fictioneers Challenge, Rochelle gave us this prompt. And here I present my interpretation… The car stopped outside the church She stood admiring the colorful walls Each color reminding her of something he had worn on some day when they had met She noticed the light reflecting from… Read More The Last Goodbye


A switch flicks in the mind suddenly, Let’s put an end to this sorrow. Where there hasn’t been a yesterday, Nobody can guarantee a tomorrow. Living in reflected glory, The ivory of someone else’s smile to borrow. How many times can one impale, the same heart, the same arrow? © 2013 Ankita Kala