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Rounded Objects

How about a golden round mirror and a golden gramophone for some music?

A nice place to sit before it would have been standing.

Some pearls and crystals, for a lady to wear.

Delightful looking green gooseberries, always remind me of lemons. Very sour!

When I first saw this flower, I marveled at it as it held beauty, simplicity and attractiveness all together. I thought that the vibrant blue spikes in the center against the creamy background of the petals looked very striking.

Hydrangea to me is a round ball of tiny flowers. It’s a bouquet in itself.

This post is for the weekly photo challenge: Rounded

 

The Last Sunrise

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Roger Bultot for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bultot

Amber sneaked out of the house.  Outside sat partially darkness. The shadows were rising in silky silhouettes.

She had walked on the gravel, mud path many a times. But today, she walked without any friends.

The scene looked perfect. The swollen grey clouds hung above, ready to cry, but something was stopping them from bursting out.

With a camera in her hand, she tried to capture the scene — the last sunrise….

Tring! Tring! Her singing cell phone shattered the silence of the place.

“Amber! Where are you? Come… before the movers… are here….”

“Yah…mom…comin. Just, saying goodbye to a friend.”

 

A Myna

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Douglas M. MacIlroy for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO POMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

Uncle Martin was my favourite. One day, his truck stopped outside our house.

I ran out. He picked me up. Put me on his shoulder and we zoomed into the house.

Inside the house — he… getting out candies from his pocket; I… grabbing them reflexively. Engrossed as I was, unwrapping and chomping them, I noticed uncle’s hands in front of me.

“A gift for you,” he said.

My eyes grew with joy. I ripped the shiny wrapper with my sticky fingers.

Inside was a soft, fluffy bird.

“A mynah!” he said.

It chirped and flapped on pressing the switch button.

The Moon

This is a story for Friday Fictioneers, which is hosted by Rochelle. Every week you are challenged to write a 100 word story based on a photo.

Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo and also to Rochelle for hosting the challenge.

Thanks to all the readers for their time, too.

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

The place was filled with joy, laughter and champagne. I was not happy.

I stood where I could see the moon.
Droplets of pearls — her words —fell from my eyes.
“I miss you, mom.”
She wanted to go there.

I run downstairs.
Go to my laptop…log in…fill the form. Hit submit.

“Mom, I’ll go where you wanted to go. Dad’s got a new wife and here’s to my new life. Guide as always.” I speak a silent prayer.

“Moon watch out, I’ll be coming soon.” A promise, I make to the moon.

 

 

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Window to the sky

window to the sky

I was sitting inside a restaurant and my eyes caught sight of this small little thing. I wanted to click it. But I was confused if it was inside the window or outside. A careful gaze helped me in ascertaining that it was inside the place.

It kept on dashing against the window thinking it’ll make its way out to the open sky. Poor thing! It was late, but it did find its way out after a lot of flapping around. I couldn’t blame it, as the window seemingly opened into the clear sky.

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