(Image Source: Amazon UK) Psychological thrillers are my guilty pleasures. Yeah, yeah I know, some of you'll say that why should you be guilty of what you're reading and I totally agree with you. But I still like calling them that because, well because, in most cases they're entertaining as hell, sometimes making me miss … Continue reading 3 Reasons Why Megan Miranda’s All The Missing Girls Disappointed Me
Decay
Photo Prompt: C.E. Ayr The house looked like a broken tooth that marred the beauty on the pretty face of our dolled-up neighbourhood. The grand villas, the posh apartment complexes, the manicured lawns, the swanky super markets, everything spoke of wealth and progress. That dilapidated house, with its broken doors, mossy walls, and a solitary … Continue reading Decay
The Glasses
Tired after the day’s events, Roy entered his bedroom and glanced upon that old pair of glasses lying on the table. With tears streaming down his eyes, he picked it up, thinking about the number of times he was annoyed at being asked to find it. Sometimes left inside the fridge, sometimes on top of … Continue reading The Glasses
The Broken Crystal Bowl
PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields Ammi prohibited me from touching the crystal bowl kept on the Sharma family’s table. But Mrs. Sharma insisted that my small fingers would be more effective in cleaning it. Her twins were watching Tom & Jerry on TV. Abbu might be back home by now, carrying that disgusting stench of … Continue reading The Broken Crystal Bowl
Déjà vu #writephoto
I held her tiny hand within my palm, my grip might have been firmer than I intended, as she cried, 'Mom, you're hurting me!' I loosened my hold and stood beneath the canopy of trees, looking around me, still in a trance. The basketball court on the other side of the pathway, the small … Continue reading Déjà vu #writephoto
Mango Pickle
PHOTO PROMPT: Anonymous Those snotty faced urchins were back by my window. ‘Mango pickle.’ The girl squeaked from behind her brother, the crumpled paper bag peeking from her closed fist. I quickly checked the closed door before retrieving my pair of boots from under the bed. I kept them on the windowsill. Their faces lit … Continue reading Mango Pickle
Mama And Baby’s Day Out #MothersDaySpecial
(Photo Prompt: C.E. Ayr) “Mama, why is the big elephant not facing the small elephant?’ Titli wriggled in my grip, trying to move away and touch the elephant statues on display at the museum. ‘Maybe because the child had annoyed her mother,’ I picked her on my lap, ‘just like you are!’ ‘Sorry mama!’ She … Continue reading Mama And Baby’s Day Out #MothersDaySpecial
