writing short fiction / DAY OF THE PEARL
The sea is very quiet today. Little bluish waves crawling over the gravels along the shore are almost motionless…
There is no need to mention what day of the week it is. Telling a day apart is meaningless for this couple, because they are unable to move out.
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My little boy, who is yet to be four, is waving me off from the door. His mother is holding him up and up on her arms so he can see me move out of sight.
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The last bell tolled as we played on. It was too loud. Louder were we to pay heed to anything else. It was time for the school to fall in…
Sometimes when I am called back to look around, It feels amazing.
I’m talking about nature and the natural beauty…
The little boy, Sabu is eleven years old. He goes to the grocery shop, just a few steps off their house by the village road. He brings sugar, spices, pulses, salt …