Category: Flash Fiction

First Love

First love is a strange phenomenon. It never becomes yours, still always stays with you.Hers was no different. The stolen glances, the brushing of hands while passing. The blur that the world became whenever their eyes met. Her heart still beats a wee bit…

Closed Doors

The doors that closed, the ones that I had crawled, tripped and run towards, had broken my heart with their bangs. I had prayed to be on the other side of those doors. I had strived to make it. Those doors were those jobs,…

The Colour of Darkness

His soul crushed under her leaving heels, staining him red.And as he looked at her, smiling at him through glossy paper, the darkness from the kohl of her eyes filled his cracked and blistering heart. He roamed the streets in snowy nights, trying to…

When A River Cries

“We will not know if a river cries, Ma,” muses my little poet.I sigh. I, too, am a river, son. I cry, a lot, but no one can see my tears. I cry behind closed doors, in bathrooms, at nights. I cry to release…

Him

It is an old song that reminds her of God. The song does not talk about God. But it is the song she had listened to, when she was at the ebb of her life. When she had felt God had abandoned her. She…

The Path

I walk home, the gold strewn path breaking, crunching below my feet. Somewhere above, a lone bird sings, cutting the crisp air with its crackles. My school bag is very heavy, but definitely not heavier than my heart. I do not want to go…

Not The End

She could hardly contain her excitement. She would soon meet her husband. The old woman’s face crinkled into a smile as she looked at those crying around her deathbed. Fools!  This was not the end, it was a new beginning.

The Unclaimed Heart

The darkness of his soul disappeared, as if sucked in by the kohl in her eyes.An assassin, with blood in his hands, could now see the red in roses. And in between stolen glances, sweet desires, and nudged on by a powerful pull of…

The Pain that Wouldn’t Go Away

He pined for his wife, missed her every moment. She was not dead. How he wished she was!She had left him for another man.  He coNtemplated driving a knife through her heart, that which was no longer his. But he knew his love for…

The Rivalry

She loved the adrenaline rush of competition.And she hated him. For he was a threat. In studies, in sports. Sometimes he topped, sometimes she. She beat him in tennis. He beat her at swimming. Beneath the rivalry, everyone else sensed camaraderie. It was only…

A Silver Memory

A memory flashed past his eyes.Her standing under the silver light of a shimmering moon. Hair wild, head thrown back and a tinkling laugh. A laugh that was made of star dust, a laugh competing with the twinkling of the stars. And winning. That…

The Broken Crayons

The little girl scribbled away urgently, little hands busy drawing her best drawing yet. Finally, with crayons broken, but with a heart full of joy, she settled down to sleep. Tomorrow will be a new beginning.  Early next morning, with the drawing in hand,…