Before You Order that Pizza…
I loaded the last spoon into the dishwasher when I heard her coming down the steps. “At last, the tiny dictator sleeps!” she beamed with her hands in the air like a victorious… Read more »
Tag: short fiction
The Process
A thought, an idea grazes my brain. She’s touching me, but barely. She plays coy. I try to catch her, but she’s mercury.
A Nation of Misfits
Present day Jallianwala Bagh with actual bullet marks Pic Courtesy – Dr. Graham Beards on Wikipedia One step, two steps, walk, walk, walk, I chanted to myself, coaxing my legs… Read more »
Paint it Red!
I looked at the brush in front of me. Did I really have to use it? Colors were calling out to me, begging to be experienced, to be felt. I… Read more »