I Don’t Understand Why
Mother won’t eat or drink or cook. Fasting for God, Father said. Be patient. Her breath smells rotten. A 100-word micro published in Drabblez. Click here to read the full… Read more »
Mother won’t eat or drink or cook. Fasting for God, Father said. Be patient. Her breath smells rotten. A 100-word micro published in Drabblez. Click here to read the full… Read more »
“Voila!” Todd winks at me, wipes his brow with a grease-stained hand. He’s been working on our boat: replacing the motor with airplane engines, installing a propeller at the nose,… Read more »
After my marriage, every summer, my father plucked near-ripe fruits from the mango tree in his courtyard, washed them, packed them in a wooden box layered with straw, and parceled… Read more »
The moon hides behind a cloud, creating a cloak of darkness. Her heart galloping inside her chest, the princess tiptoes past the mustached guards who are snoring away with hats… Read more »
Give me oil in my lamp, keep me burning, sings Suzie, the lead choir singer and my friend. She stands two steps ahead of me and other chorus girls on… Read more »
At age nine, I am on a hospital bed, clinging to Mommy who is lying beside me, her arms intertwined with mine. The skinny nurse asks her to sleep on… Read more »
I jump from bed at the sound of the garage door rolling up. It’s early morning, a little before sunrise. Somebody’s breaking in; I’ve been hearing about burglaries around the… Read more »
This 100-word micro was part of the Micro Madness hosted by National Flash Fiction Day, New Zealand, on 11th June, 2020. My daughter, Lily, talks me into playing a game… Read more »
“Outside, the sky is pink. Milkmen, with metal milk cans tied to their motorcycles with rubber tubes, snake between cars and buses. Tractors with sugarcanes poking out of their trailers… Read more »
“I stare at the mark against my name, red as the vermilion Mumma wears in the parting of her hair.” This story loosely inspired by school days, written in collaboration… Read more »