Mrs Fonseca was going to nurse this little grudge until the day she died. And the cranky old crone would probably outlive me by a hundred years. Which brings me back to my original feeling, that this moment was going to come back and bite me in the butt.
I wrote this short story for #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group. I dug my toes into the sand and sighed. The sand still retained some of the day’s heat, and the tightness in my feet slipped away slowly, as I pressed…
This short story was written in response to a prompt, “ You find an alien object in your garden” for #StoryAWeek on the WriMo India group. They were looking for her. She could hear their voices, calling out to her. “Sania!” “Come out, Sania!”…
A Ding dong bell excerpt His eyes were cold and lifeless as he stared at me. “You have no idea who I am, do…
This short story was a part of #StoryAWeek, conducted by the Wrimo India group. “Hello? Earth to Piya!” Piya Mehra turned to grin at her best friend, Ami. “What are you thinking? You looked a million miles away,” said Ami, with a slurp of…
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