Her face reddened

One look at her and you would know she was up to something!
The impish grin, twinkle in her eyes.
With no one watching, the little girl popped the lollipop into her mouth and continued her hopscotch.
She jumped, turned around and faced her mother standing there.
She was caught and her face reddened!!

 

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This fiction post is part of the Drabble Week in the group Marathon Bloggers Day 4.

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Pet Peeve

They were watching the season finale of their favourite TV series.
He brought a bag of chips; he was hungry.
She was glued to the climax scene on screen, deathly silence in the room.
Then suddenly CRUNCHHH!! CRUNCH!! CRUNCH!!
UGGGHHH!! How she hated this sound.
She flung the bag of chips far away from him.

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This fiction post is part of the Drabble Week in the group Marathon Bloggers Day 3.

His last wish

Ravi woke up to have a glass of water; heard the tinkle of breaking glass!
He froze.
With his heart thudding, he ran towards Ayesha’s room.
The intruder was standing at the top of the staircase. The bullet caught Ravi straight in the heart.
He wished he had said I love you, one last time!

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This fiction post is part of the Drabble Week in the group Marathon Bloggers.

The broken promise

Then: He said “I will love you today, tomorrow and always.”
Now: he says “If you talk to me like THAT, I can’t stand it. I feel angry.”
What happened to all the promises of loving and caring?
When did the ego creep in? And why? Love ain’t enough?
Left with broken promises, she cried.

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This fiction post is part of the Drabble Week in the group Marathon Bloggers.

Life is Beautiful!

The kitchen counter tops are sparkling clean.

The dishwasher is humming silently.

The clothes for tomorrow morning are ironed and laid out.

The kid is in bed and it ain’t even 8 pm.

I get some me-time to read and write with some of my favorite songs playing on my Ipod.

Life is beautiful!

55-er – Rain

They looked at each other. There was a hint of naughty and understanding too.

She jumped in the puddle. He smiled, giggled, laughed out loud.

They splashed water at each other. Walked in the rain holding hands. Tried to catch the raindrops in their palms.

He said “Maama lets go home and have warm dudu”.

 

🙂

My first attempt at a 55-er based on N and my jaunt into the rain today evening.