22 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Flash Fiction, funeral, White Flowers
Charli’s prompt this week:
December 21, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) include white flowers in your story. This is a repeat prompt, but one that has an ability to be emotive. Humor, drama, irony — go wherever the white flowers lead.
After reading Charli’s post, I felt the need to write something with a little sensitivity…
Ghajra
Arranging the ghajra in her hair, Hari allowed his eyes to drift over her form.
Meena looked as beautiful as she had, years before, on their wedding day.
As tradition states, she was dressed as a bride, ready to leave the house for the final time.
Hari had always bought her a fresh ghajra on his morning walk, and gently placed the fragrant white jasmine flowers around her hair bun.
The gesture made her smile, and she’d tease him about being an old romantic.
So, even today, on that journey to her funeral pyre, she lay, adored and adorned.
https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/21/dec-21-flash-fiction-contest/
21 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fiction, Photo Prompt, Thaw
Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
She stood at the bar window, looking out over the snow dusted landscape, wishing it wasn’t melting so fast.
“Babe, it’s a shame you couldn’t sort the snow out… I really wanted a white Christmas this year!” Barbie turned to her long-suffering boyfriend Ken.
“Did you see on Instagram, how much snow the others had in Scotland? And this…sludge… is what we get.” She pouted like a 3-year-old.
Finally sensing a thaw in her icy treatment of him, after the episode last week, when he’d not been waiting for her at the sports bar, rather, he’d left her waiting whislt dreaming of other women, Ken grasped the chance to get back into her good books.
“I’ll just check the weather app on my phone, Babe… Let’s see what we can do.” Ken wandered over to the bar to get himself a pint, and a Prosecco for the lady, and to figure out what to do.
Seriously? She wanted snow now? In the middle of Essex? That idea of the undemanding Sindy as his girlfriend was seriously appealing…
As if the cosmos had been listening, the door to the bar opened and in walked Sindy and her friends. They piled in, bringing a gust of cold wind with them.
Sindy spotted Ken and came rushing over, kissing him on both cheeks. “Hiya Ken darling! How are you? Been let off your leash then, have you?” She winked at him.
He looked over at where Barbie was standing, no longer looking out of the window, but in his direction, the ice forming in her eyes once more, as she surveyed the scene; her man surrounded by ‘bimbos’ and one with her arms slung over his shoulders.
“Er, ha ha, yeah, funny Sind. Listen got to go, drinks are getting warm. See you round!” Ken grabbed his pint and the bubble filled flute and rushed back to his very own Ice Queen…
Sindy watched him retreat, and noticed the look on Barbie’s face… Hmm. Trouble in paradise?
To be continued…
21 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #Writespiration, Fiction, Sonu Singh, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #Writespiration, 52 Word Challenge, All Night, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Cemetery, Flash Fiction, Sacha Black, Sacha De Black, Sherry
Sacha’s #Writespiration prompt this week:
Your challenge is to write your story using the weekly theme/prompt and write it in just 52 words…. EXACTLY, no more, no less.
This week I want you to write about the night you spent in a cemetery
That’s the last time I take a bottle with me when going to visit Gran!
She always liked a tipple, so, I brought her favourite drink to the cemetery, where she was buried.
One bottle of sherry plus only one (alive) person drinking = passed out and locked in for the night!
http://sachablack.co.uk/2017/12/20/writespiration-146-52-weeks-in-52-words-week-51/
15 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #CarrotRanch, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #CarrotRanch, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Charli Mills, Drama, Flash Fiction, Indian Soap Operas, Only In
Charli’s prompt this week:
December 14, 2017 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story using the phrase “only in…” It can be used to tell a story about a profession, a place or situation. Go were the prompt leads you.
There were so many possibilities! I wanted to write about things that happen only in my family, or only in school but didn’t want to offend, so I went for a slightly cultural one!!
Drama!!!!!
A knock at the door.
The man looks at his wife, who looks to her mother, who turns to her husband, who looks at his grandchild, who turns back to his father.
The doorbell sounds.
The boy looks at his mother who looks to her father, who looks at his son in law, who turns to his mother in law.
Pounding now.
Repeated looks.
Five minutes later the door is finally opened by the household servant.
A courier stands there with a letter.
Only in an Indian soap opera, does it take a whole episode to answer the door!
https://carrotranch.com/2017/12/14/december-14-flash-fiction-challenge/
14 Dec 2017
by Ritu
in #WritePhoto, Fiction, Thoughts Opinions & Memories
Tags: #WritePhoto, Barbie and Ken, Blog, Blog Post, Blogger, Blogging, Fiction, Mists, Photo Prompt
Sue’s #WritePhoto Prompt this week:
I thought I’d continue the adventures of Barbie and Ken.
Ken sat staring out across the fields, deep in thought, as the sun began to set. Mists clouded his vision, as the hours passed, so he closed his eyes and began to ponder…
Did she really love him, or was she taking him for a total fool? He wracked his brains daily, trying to fulfil her every need and dream, and nothing was ever enough…
Maybe it was time.
Time to join his boys back in the dating ring.
There were plenty of other girls out there; take Sindy, she was always giving him the eye. Sweet, simple Sindy. She looked like the appreciative type. She’d love all his attempts at showing his affection.
“Ken! Mate! Wake up!”
“What?!” Joey hadn’t been with him under the tree? Ken opened his eyes in confusion.
“Mate, you are red as a lobster, man!” Slowly the mist-like steam cleared and the silhouette of his best mate became clearer. “You know you’re only meant to be in here for, like, half an hour at a time! You’ve been sat in here for 3 hours!”
It all came back to him… They’d come to the gym for a workout, and sauna, and were meant to be meeting the girls for drinks in the bar after.
“And you need to get your skates on… Barbie’s screwing out there! She’s been waiting for you for the last 20 minutes!” Joey left the sauna, and more steam escaped with him.
Barbie? Kept waiting? Oh man, he was really going to get it in the neck tonight!
To be continued…
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