Photo prompt by Ermilia

Gosh! I shouldn’t have been here. Such a grim lane, so dimly lit by the moonlight! I can barely see. And this drizzle isn’t making anything better.   Don’t know what made me stay at the ball, for so long. And this robe, that I HAD to wear today. I can imagine my laundry bills, once I get back home – or if I get back home. I hear the silence so loud, that I fear my thoughts can be heard. Will I manage to make it to the main street… God! Please help..and my car, Really! HAD to breakdown in a sordid, dinghy place, like this! And I HAD to take this byway – just today.. Boy! I’m so done with this spooky place, should I run ??

Just as she paced, she heard a vehicle, drawn in behind her, with a shrill noise, slowed down at some distance.

Headlights dip. She feels a rush of anxiety down her spine. Should she stop, or run to safety?!

There in the car, a half-drunk man, anxiously whispers to his zonked-out friend, shaking him up – “Bro! do we see a witch ….??”


Inspired by Picture it and Write



His advent in my life, was lucky for me. Had ‘known’ him for a few days, and it was as if my life was on a roll.

I sat like a Cheshire cat, basking in his wide-eyed appreciation of my presence. Stealing some furtive glances of the very elegant him, I was severely conscious of myself and my paraphernalia – it was after all our first formal meeting.

I remember his shyness, as he would look away every time, we would get into a conversation – his lowered eyes, resting occasionally on me – which at other times, were fixed on me.

 I remember the flutter in my heart, the slight shiver of hands,  that I smarted with concealing gestures. I wanted this man.

I remember getting up from the table, noticing a goddess of beauty, sitting near our table. His devoted attention despite such distraction –Oh! I loved this man.

Love! What a feeling… We kept in touch.

I was later told of his being squint-eyed. A quick revisit to the scene and the stars in my eyes were the stones that were hurting!

But like they say, you do grow up (and out) with time!


Inspired by Trifecta Writing Challenge