Lull

The lull after the storm Silence – Unyielding Darkness – Impenetrable The path ahead – Unrecognizable. © 2013 Ankita Kala

Butterfly from the sky

Photo credit: Alastair Forbes *************** The bicycle tripped and he fell, his knee bruising almost instantly on touching the ground. His wails grew loud. An old lady came over to pacify him. But he wouldn’t stop wailing. His 5 year old self was more concentrated on the reddish-brown abrasion. All the people gathered were getting tense…

Live like you mean it

Originally posted on Master Of Disaster:
Don’t cry over spilt milk Or worry about what could have been A missed opportunity is not the end of the world Only a humble beginning of what’s in store Have hunger to complete what you began Nothing is ever a lost cause ‘Cause you believe in it And…

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…

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…