Play Terms

“That’s it — we’re done.”
“No, we’re not,” — Defiance, the only solace of the weak.
“Yes we are. I’m leaving and I’m taking her. Goodbye.” She turned to leave.
“No — wait. Please, give me another chance. Please?”
“You do this every day — I can’t take it anymore.” She folded her hands across her chest, waiting to hear the apology again.
“I won’t do it again!” — The hysterical plea. “I promise, don’t go.”
Heaving dramatically, she sternly added, “Alright. But if you pull out my doll’s hairs again, I’m taking her away, and we’ll never be friends again.”

Dialogues are fun; you hardly know where you’re going until you’ve read it whole. Just over a year ago, there was a Weekly Writing Challenge for dialogue. I liked the idea but couldn’t think of anything to write then — I suddenly remembered it and took it up for today.

National Blog Posting Month — #Day10

The Beauty in Simplicity

I’ve always loved silhouettes – how simple they can be, and yet so mysterious and full of wonder.

My response to the Weekly Photo Challenge: Minimalist. | I’ve combined this Week’s Photo Challenge with Blogging University’s Photography 101 prompt: Solitude. | National Blog Posting Month – #Day9.

Photography 101: A Little Behind the Times

It’s November 7th in my part of the world, but the Photography 101 prompt I received today, was for the 6th. Nevertheless, seeing as I am terribly behind in the challenge, I decided to post a photo for an older – but brilliant – prompt: Bliss. This prompt was intended for November 5th, and here’s a look at my bliss.

Sunrise, my bliss — The sunrise, as seen from my workplace. Seriously, with a view like this, who’d feel like working?

I used PicMonkey to add a border, but otherwise, the photo is unedited. I would’ve liked to give it some technical enhancements, but seeing as this is my first time posting my own photo, I decided to go raw. I know I’m no pro photographer, but you guys think I have a shot?

National Blog Posting Month – #Day7 | Blogging University: Photography 101: Bliss

And so they wait

They all loved her, the embodiment of selflessness.

She was always there, just a phone call away, waiting to listen — to sympathize and to make anyone feel better about themselves.

She was neither a nurse, nor a psychiatrist. She was a waitress, waiting tables for a job and pacifying people for mere satisfaction.

So many people knew the waitress, not her. She had been a waitress for three years, and it didn’t matter where she came from or what she did before that. She lived alone and never went on vacations. Some thought her an orphan, and anyway, she was too busy during weekends. She hardly had the time for anything except the ones who asked for it. They’d call her for money, to pick up an urgent present for a loved one, for advice, and to whine about love . And every time — she would listen.

And she seemed happy. She would smile and nod in acknowledgement. She would sit on the couch and give her rapt attention to anyone who needs it.

She knew of the love lives of all her neighbors, and of Mrs Nextdoor’s problems with her dog. When kid upstairs told her about the new girl in his class, she smiled, ruffling his hair.

She would come in early for work and stay until the manager closed the restaurant late in the evening. If anyone needed her, they knew where she’d be.

One fine day, she didn’t show up for work.

Her phone was dead, and no one knew her address. They waited. The needed her to listen; no one else would.

But she never came back.

Again, I’ve clubbed this week’s Writing Challenge with my usual Flash Fiction series. Let me know what you think.

I’ll be there for you – Tanka

It was a worn cliff.
From the edge, he looked down — wondering.
What’s the point of waiting?
Who would miss him if he left?
“Woof,” came a definite answer from behind.

I didn’t want to miss this week’s writing challenge, so I clubbed it with my customary Flash Fiction. I stuck to the pattern, words in the sequence, 5-7-5-7-7

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