Rekindle
In my tiny, oven-like kitchen, I persist. I throw in a handful of red chilies and garam masala into the smoking oil. The tempering screams, promising to ignite something within. Still,… Read more »
Author Archives: mixedbag
The Anthropologist’s Daughter
The anthropologist sat cross-legged on the ashram floor, listening to a woman in saffron robes and a shorn head. A veil of serenity kissed the woman’s meth teeth and the… Read more »
Should I Stop or Should I Go?
It was a dark and stormy night, sheets of rain angrily lashed on to Harold’s car which was hurtling down the deserted I-680; when his heart jumped at the shocking… Read more »
The Savant
“Seven minutes, Mommy’s dying.” Jason repeated. Trisha shut the burner. “Honey, relax! You’ve named the Presidents thrice.” Jason pulled in a hose and sprayed her. In another universe, Trisha was… Read more »
The Night Watchman
Last night, she claimed another victim. He jumped off the roof, like she had ten years back. I took up this job to stay close to her. But the… Read more »
Coming of Age
The butcher’s son stood behind the wooden block and bit his nails. A thin stream of sweat trickled down his forehead. Thud! His father heaved an unconscious goat on to… Read more »
Dragon
Written for another #vss365 prompt – “Dragon” Kim had come a long way. From being called “fatty” and “useless” to being the best laksa chef in town. Now she ground… Read more »
When Life gives you Lemons
On the next full moon night, cut a lemon in half. Sprinkle some turmeric and chant the magic words I’ve taught you.
To Clara, with Love
“Maybe this writers’ residency is coming at a good time.” I wiped my tears. “I’ll figure this out when I’m back, promise.” I pointed at the cardboard boxes against Mama’s wall. …. Read more »
Not all Love is the Same
The Micro-story-palooza continues! Yesterday’s prompt was “Love” (obviously!) Read on… And then she was born. Sonnets became lullabies, roses and chocolates gave way to diapers and bottles, long waits in… Read more »