I’m but a child watching a chess game. I can see the players concentrating hard, thinking five, six, even ten steps ahead. Moves and countermoves, bluffs and double bluffs. One troop here, another there – all maneuvers towards the end goal. Towards the big prize. Big wins requires big sacrifices. I see the pawns lying… Read More Gambit
‘ I was born here, in this very castle. They named me under this domed roof. I used to play hide and seek in the hidden corridors behind the alcoves. I fell in love under this roof, married and made love to my beloved, welcomed our first child… so many good memories.’ He smiled wryly, ‘It was… Read More Reincarnated(?)
Open e-mail Click! Check today’s list Click! Who’s on the list? Shrug! Pick one Click! What’s it about? Shrug! Where’s the like button? Click! The twitter share? There! Click! Did I put my #HASHTAG? Oops! Click again! Yaay! One down, Nine to go Hey, what about that comment? Oh yeah, that’s there right? Click! Comment… Read More My Friends of #MyFriendAlexa
Eight thirty in the morn surrounded by a thousand cars blowing their horn Packed lunch getting soggy Already! Smartphone beeps Email questioning excel sheets and power point presentations ready Slog, slog Responsibilities come hard, hard Twenty hours a day spent unappreciated Four hours of peace Negated! The minority majority run on artificial Duracell Loans, Card… Read More Almost Enough!
I look out, and see them just standing there, not speaking, accusing, tormenting. The bag with the money, and the gun lies on the bed. The reason and the reason. My head starts pounding. They are still there. The peal grows louder. Only option – apology. Break. Window. Jump.
A baby is born branded for big things A bright-eyed sapling destined for greatness Does his parents think a second about his wants? The boy is doused with fuel of high expectations and burned in the bright flame of failure The boy dies and from the ashes rises the wingless phoenix of a bitter… Read More Atlas Shrugs
‘Grandmother, what is it?’ ‘It’s a magic mirror, love. It shows what your heart really wants.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Well, that’s what my grandmother’s grandmother told her.’ ‘Have you taken a peek?’ ‘But of course, love. Quite the few times.’ ‘Did it truly show your heart’s desire?’ ‘That’s my little secret, love. Do you want to take… Read More Mirror, Mirror! – Friday Fictioneers