Category: Short Stories

Grief

Sometimes she is afraid, very afraid. Of the shadows that fall across the room after the happy sun goes down. She sits, huddled in a corner, listening to the noise of silence. A distant roar of a car, a baby wailing in the apartment…

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 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…

Roses & Hope

She smelled of roses and hope. For his dormant soul, life was blown in by gently by her caresses, by her love, by her being with him.He could not believe it to be true, her being with him. Each day with her was a…

Darkness

She sat on the vacated beach, the darkness that shrouded her heart holding more storm than the black menacing clouds slowly eating the horizon, the sea. A drizzle faded the world, determined but too light to wash her off the throbbing pain in her…

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…