Category: Flash Fiction

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…

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,…