Category: Flash Fiction

The Crack

The glass window in my room has a crack, silver snakes coming from all directions and cumulating into one. I do not know whether it fell prey to a zooming stone, or an angry fist or a naughty toy. But that crack makes me…

Fragrance

She took off her raincoat, and hung it on the rack. Her dress was wet at the hems. She sighed, she had not been able to protect herself from rain, like she had not been able to protect herself from life, from him, from…

The Mirror Image

“I look at my mirror image. What do they see in her that I do not. The world worships the person I see. They go on and on about how charismatic she is, how kind she is, how beautiful she is. But what I…

The Moon

It was the winter of unrequited love, when the cracks of her broken heart froze in place, and when her broken being was determined to never mend, ever again. Today, her mind is hazy about how she passed time during those days when darkness…

The Scar

Life can come undone easily, like a single yarn which, if pulled, can take apart an intricately knitted sweater.Elsie did not know that. She was too buoyant to know that. And naive enough to fall in love with him. The one with the scar. …

A Wait

I see him in spurts, sometimes taking the bins out, sometimes washing his old pick-up truck.Through the blinds, I see his slitted form. Ah, he is not slitted, my view is.  And I know it will remain as is forever. I know I will…

Death of Love

She realises she no longer loves him. And it hurts. The loss of love hurts physically. Her heart sinks, she feels numb, lost.She sits for hours, staring at nothingness, but in her mind’s eye, the years flash by and she tries to diagnose the…

Identity

She lies alone in the bed. The pain creeps in, through the crack in the door, through the cracks in her soul. It overwhelms, breaks, shatters her. Her lover is dead. And she is empty again. The happiness of those clandestine meetings, the sweet nothings…

The Gardener 

He is my Boo Radley, the one who watches me from behind closed doors, through the curtains.I can feel his eyes on me as I tend to those magnolias, the yellow dust on them screeching to the ground when the sprays of water hit…

She Came Back

The decrepitude of an inner world reflects throughout the room, in the dust covered dresser, in the half eaten pizzas, the crumpled cans, the pile of smelly clothes.The room reeks of loss and despair. It is dark. Even the sun is reluctant to creep…

Defeat

The gloom made itself at home in him. The winters could not numb his pain, the summers could not warm the coldness of gloom, the rains could not wash it off him.The seasons wore by and the reality of his wife’s death clung to…

Fear

It stinks. My fear.I go about life wearing that confident mask I have moulded for myself over time. The one that throws people off the scent. That showcases how lucky I am, how poised I am. And of course, how happy I am. I…