These Boots Are Not Made For Walking

She looks at her tattered boots - their soles kept in place by thumbtacks, the once crimson felt lining resembling the color of rotten flesh, the insoles smelling something putrid, the ruined zippers barely holding the boots around her wasted legs and the aluminium-foil tape wrapped over the toe caps. She knows that she looks … Continue reading These Boots Are Not Made For Walking

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The 33 Club

'Welcome to the 2798th meeting of the 33 club. What's today's agenda?' Irma grimaced, 'Same old?' Thirty-two heads nodded solemnly. William Rambo moved amidst them, 'Well? Am I in?' Frederick nodded, 'The poor man's been waiting for years now. I say yes.' 'But, we'll no longer be the 33 Club.' Evelyn scoffed. 'We've been doing … Continue reading The 33 Club

The Name

‘Grandpa, looks like we have to shut the hotel down,’ Noel closed the ledger. ‘We can’t bear losses anymore.’ Ninety-three-year-old Ethan D’Mello smiled ruefully, ‘This hotel was a tribute to my British employer, Noel. I named it after him – Henry Berrisford.’ ‘Surely a great man, wasn’t he?’ ‘Oh yes! A proper gent. He contributed … Continue reading The Name

Mistaken Identity – Friday Fictioneers

‘Ironic isn’t it?’ Mal spat. ‘You, an entomologist, killed by a spider.’ Her husband, Godfrey, lay thrashing at her feet - eyes scrunched shut and foam trickling from his babbling lips. ‘Phoneutria fera - Brazilian Wandering Spider. Did you recognize it as it bit you?’ She turned and picked her bag. ‘I’ll let you be. … Continue reading Mistaken Identity – Friday Fictioneers

Herman Baxter’s Masterpiece – Friday Fictioneers

‘Looks like a city of weaver bird nests…’ ‘I’ll call this The Giantesses’ Pantyhoses…’ The art critiques milled about, muttering and wondering what Herman Baxter had come up with this time. His last few pieces had been summarily rejected by the contemporary art community. Herman took the stage. ‘Friends, welcome. This is my masterpiece.’ The … Continue reading Herman Baxter’s Masterpiece – Friday Fictioneers

Everest – Friday Fictioneers

‘How much for the cap?’ ‘300 rupees, madam. You climbing Everest?’ ‘Naah! Just trekking to basecamp. My husband will be attempting to summit Everest.’ ‘Nice. Your husband very brave. Which party he go with?’ ‘Wild Summit.’ ‘Very nice. My uncle, Apa Sherpa, going with Wild Summit. He help your husband. I go Everest from next … Continue reading Everest – Friday Fictioneers

Romantic – Friday Fictioneers

‘What’s that?’ ‘That’s the sigil of House Flormont. Actually, their history is very interesting.’ ‘Really?’ ‘Yeah! The Lady Marguerite of House Flormont once hosted a great tourney to find herself a suitor. They called her ‘Wildflower’ because she was as wild as she was beautiful. Many a suitor vied for her hand, only for her … Continue reading Romantic – Friday Fictioneers

She doesn’t need a loo! – Friday Fictioneers

‘Papa, now?’ ‘Ten more minutes, honeycomb.’ ‘But, I need to go!’ ‘Try holding it in, muffin.’ My eight-year-old hopped around, holding her butt, face red as a beet. I would have laughed, but we couldn’t afford things like laughter in these desperate times. ‘Papa, please?’ ‘Five more minutes, sweetie. Your mom is still out and … Continue reading She doesn’t need a loo! – Friday Fictioneers

I’ll be there for you – Friday Fictioneers

‘Dude, tell me about this girl you like.’ Pete sighed, ‘Man! Her name is Rachel.’ ‘Sigh, egh? Pretty?’ ‘So gorgeous, that I wanna cry.’ ‘Intense bro. What does this Rachel do?’ ‘She works in a big-ass store, man. Dunno which.’ ‘She interested in you?’ ‘Dunno, man! There’s this other guy in the scene.’ ‘They serious?’ … Continue reading I’ll be there for you – Friday Fictioneers

Duck! – Friday Fictioneers

General Donald ‘Duck’ Trumpet looked at the Genie hovering before him. ‘You have two wishes. Use them wisely.’ ‘Make me color- blind.’ ‘Are you sure?’ ‘Yes! I would be able to see through the camouflages in the battlefield.’ ‘Granted!’ Duck’s wife cursed him on hearing his story. ‘You idiot! You should asked to become the … Continue reading Duck! – Friday Fictioneers

Right Angles – Friday Fictioneers

‘Ain’t that great?’ ‘Indeed, Mr. Kapadia.’ ‘A veritable masterpiece.’ Nitin, the photographer, beamed with pride. His photograph of the wasteland near Mr. Kapadia’s chemical factory was being showered with praise by the great man himself. ‘The colors, the waterfront… wah! This photo should go on our promotional materials and ad campaigns immediately. Let those bird-brains … Continue reading Right Angles – Friday Fictioneers

Possessed – Friday Fictioneers

The kodangi jerked violently. The village people fell silent in obeisance and fear. “This girl has been possessed by a violent spirit. Nail her to the ghost tree, else the spirit will kill the girl. I have spoken.” The kodangi shuddered and with a howl, fainted theatrically. They dragged the screaming girl to the ancient … Continue reading Possessed – Friday Fictioneers

Mynah Inconvenience – Friday Fictioneers

“Ned! Can you see me buddy?…” A rather large and reddish nose filled my iPhone display. “Dad, move the cellphone away from your face.” “Oh! Heh heh! I’m rather poor with these technology thingamajigs…” “This better be important. I have a meeting in five minutes.” “Look who came to visit today.” He thrust a rather … Continue reading Mynah Inconvenience – Friday Fictioneers

United We Stand – Friday Fictioneers

The employees united vociferously against the evil management, fighting for their just cause. The police, paid by the management, used water cannons to disperse the throng in mutiny. With chests jutting forward in proud defiance, the employees made the hose-wielding men shrink. “Cut”, screamed the director. “Good job, everyone. Let’s finish with the song shoot.” … Continue reading United We Stand – Friday Fictioneers