Self Reflection

This lockdown was so different from the one last year. I just fell into it in relief. I let go of all the lists, goals, must-haves, shoulds, deadlines, took a break from social media and spent a lot of time in self-reflection.

It was almost like I had gone into winter when nature withdraws from the business of growing and expanding and settles into rest and replenishment. The silent darkness is full of restoration.

I found that on the other side of surrender lies joy. On the other side of letting go of outcomes lies lightness and peace. Detaching from the narrative connects you with your deeper, authentic self.

The Aftermath

(100-word flash fiction)

She sat down and hoisted her bruised legs onto the chair, HIS chair.  The welts were still visible.

The baby moved inside her in protest.

“Calm down, darling,” she cooed, caressing the bump, a bud waiting to spring forth.  “The storm has taken him. Forever.”

Fallen spring blossoms lay strewn around them like confetti.

“He can’t hurt us anymore. We will always be safe now.”

She felt a slight pressure under her palm. Parting her blouse, she stared down, there was the unmistakable indent of a tiny palm.

She gently lay her palm over it and high-fived her baby back.

My today’s portraiture client was a domestic violence survivor. She said she gave birth to her daughter with bruises on her body. Black-eyes were common. She still stayed for a few more years until she mustered the courage to leave. He walked out of their lives and never contacted his kids. Her eyes were beginning to well up. I had to divert her from unpleasant memories. I guess the above story is a bit of a real-life one.

Thank you Rochelle, for keeping up all going in these difficult times 🙂

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Blue or pink

(100-word flash fiction)

“Blue or pink?” Her outstretched palm holds two tiny, gleaming globes.

His pulse quickens. She is gazing at him with clouded eyes, her face impassive.

“I hope you’re not trying to kill me.” His laugh sounds fake.

He picks up the pink pill, drops it into his mouth. She does the same with the blue one.

Everything begins to get hazy, the world disappears in slow motion.

Through the haze, her voice cuts through, “I hope you don’t remember anything.”

The room rearranges itself around him, his room from 10 years ago.

Across an ocean, she gets off a bus.

Time travel, anyone?  I felt in these troubled times, a bit of magic realism would be fun. It’s good to be back. Hope everyone’s steering clear of the dreaded C virus and getting their shots. Thanks Rochelle, for helping keeping our creative juices flowing.

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Dream come true

(100-word flash fiction)

The potted palm has miraculously multiplied into a forest. My water bottle is now a waterfall, merrily splashing away, unconcerned about the carpet.

The bric-a-brac are flying birds and just when I am enjoying the dream, a voice says, “Nice, eh?”

I swivel to see emptiness.

“Make a wish!”


“Today’s your lucky day. Any wish you make will come true.”

“What do I wish for? I have everything, except …. except…. I hate going to office, to lazy co-workers, and a nincompoop boss.”


When I wake up, a lockdown has been declared.

I am still working from home.


Disclaimer : I certainly didn’t wish for the pandemic, but judging by reports that a lot of people enjoy working from home, it must have been in the collective consciousness for some time. Apparently, even the open-plan office setting is not good for productivity. But what do I care, I have the best job 🙂 And I get to write flash fiction every week, thanks to the lovely Rochelle 🙂

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The FOXy lady

(100-word flash fiction)


Two weeks after Moxie went missing, they found a body in the swamp, bloated beyond recognition.

“Open-and-shut case,” declared Detective Inspector Tommy Larkins, known more for his aplomb than his detection skills. The body did get a decent funeral.

The town rallied around Charlie, slow and plodding, struggling with child-raising, yet refusing to remarry.


The kids have flown the nest. Charlie, in the lonely house, lives for the weekend TV show, whose main character bears such an uncanny resemblance to Moxie, it makes his heart melt.

Interestingly, the show is called ‘Hiding in plain sight’.


Is it just me or are Wednesdays arriving at alarming speed? They say when you grow older time appears to be going by faster. It was just New Year’s the other day and 20 days gone already. Sigh! Thank you Rochelle for keeping the brain creative and ticking with Friday Fictioneers ♥

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(100-word flash fiction)

“Aren’t you going to give me a story this week?”

“I just did. Where the boy loses his arms and now cannot be a drummer, he wishes he was dead and these light beings come through the ceiling and carry him off.”

“Too whacky!”

“You know I hate giving you literal stories. So, it will have to be whacky.”

“No, please, something else.”

“No, please, you’re getting too hard to please. Stop asking. I prefer it up here among the light beings. Have you any idea how beautiful the harp sounds up here?”

Which is how I lost my muse.


Happy New Year, dear Friday Fictioneers. May you be blessed with peace, joy and good health (and be spared the deadly C). Many thanks to you lovely Rochelle, for being the gracious hostess ♥

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