Knit, X-rays, Brylcreem (RSC Series)

“ How do you pass time?”
“ I knit.”
She handed me the X-rays ruefully smiling.
**
He has been laid up for a while now.(Near fatal accident)
He had slipped.
**
Lately he just angered me. To the point of maddening rage.
**
He was gone now._But the Brylcreem stained pillowcases stayed on as an annoying remainder.

Cigarrette, Kamal Hasan, Baby (From RSC Series)

His breath had the smell of a forgotten ashtray and putrid monsoon. Lighting another cigarette, he continued to talk of becoming the next president of the Kamal Hassan fan club.
Only the promised thousand rupees at the end of the hour that kept the bile down.
“Come baby. Come. Come.” He said picking his teeth.

Manolos, Asparagus, Halwa (From RSC Series)

She was imagining herself with him. Doing the salsa. She even had ‘the dress’ to match her divine red Manolos.
She’ll show them, she resolved as she came back with her lunch. Grilled asparagus.Now if only she could stick to her diet. And not cave in.
“ Beta, some halwa? “, Ma called out!

Cocker Spaniel, Ilaiyaraaja, Sleep (From Ready Steady Charity Series)

She thought she heard something, but the dog never reacted.
There was that noise again; this time something was definitely wrong.
The cocker spaniel continued to sleep. She tried nudging it awake with her toes.
It was then, she noticed the masked intruder.
Funny, instead of her life flashing by, an Ilaiyaraaja tune sprung up!

He Said...

Walking as she did with the sway of her hips
She weaves a web with blink of her eyes
The unsuspecting male, hardly knows of the perils to come
A manipulative glint, a tigresses’ scorn
Watching from the vantage point afar, smiling a smile unseen
Then caught unaware by the revelation: it started with me.

(Un)truth

Never having known his biological mother, he yearned to hear her voice. Anticipated the reunion for years. But never like this. Devastating phone call that said she passed away.

Heavy hearted she put the phone down and began to walk away. Someday he’ll understand.

Adopted or not, he was her son to her. Her own.

On The Wall

Popping a mint, I reluctantly stood, straightening my ‘Counselor’ badge. The trip to salvation had begun, especially, since the house of cards I built was collapsing under the lies I layered on. Facing the imminent truth is far worse than eminent addiction. But that comes later!

“I am Ria and am an alcoholic.”
“Hi Ria!”

Caught!

You said you would break it off soon. I feel so guilty. And you only delay.
…
I refuse to be the ‘other woman’.
…
Part circumstance. Part consequence. Irrelevant.
…
Filled with strange trepidation I turned the key. Like premonition ignored, I walked in on you both.
…
It should not hurt, but it does. I miss you.

(Cosmic)ity

Flowers came today. With a note that said, “I love you mom! Happy Birthday”.
I didn’t know if I should laugh or just cry.
She was like that. Organized. Scheduled everything in advance. Never missed a birthday or anniversary.
But to get these flowers today, was just cruel.
Two months after her death, just heartbreaking.

First Day, First Show

Saying she was excited, she snuggled a bit closer. I could feel her heart beat real fast as I reached for her hand. As the lights dimmed, she watched her idol come alive with glee!

And I began to wonder if the gleaming whites and speeding heart had anything to do with me at all!

Aah The 55s!

55 Fiction could quite possibly be my favorite genre and am looking forward to playing with some in this space.
Like Wiseling, am first going to start by posting what has already been up at my blog and then take it from there...

I know am going to have fun.
Hope you do too.

(And a quick shout out to Wiseling: Thanks for inviting me here!)