Hunger Games

It was past midnight. They stealthily approached her from opposite directions. One of them was lean and menacing; the other was dark and stodgy. She however, seemed blissfully unaware of the dangers lurking so close to her.

Haste getting the better of them, the partners in crime closed in on their first victim of the night a little too quickly. She sensed something amiss. Her reflexes kicked in and she was too quick for them to handle. They stood stumped as they watched their dinner fly away.

The roach and the lizard were back to being strangers in the night.

This post has been written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday for the prompt “Strangers in the night”

Twitfic on "Hope"

I wrote these tweet-sized stories for Terribly Tiny Tale’s community tales prompt – hope. Did not make the cut there, so publishing it here!

Tale #1:

“My greatest nemesis defeated me today. Yet again”, said he.

“Who?”, she asked.

“Hope”, replied Cancer.

Tale #2:

He drove Mr. & Mrs. Hope home every night from the bar.

“A tip perhaps?”, he wondered as they tottered out of the car.

“Bah! High hopes!”

Tale #3:

I asked myself, “Is this good enough for a TTT shortlist?”

“I’m not too sure”, replied my brain.

“Don’t lose hope”, shot back my heart.

A blessing in disguise

I made my first “local friend” as a warm lady helped me cope with the unwritten etiquette of the famed Mumbai local. I was moved when I struck my first conversation with her. She excitedly gesticulated and made incoherent sounds - she was speech and hearing impaired.

As days passed, we got comfortable with signing to each other. One day, I closed my ears when I heard the shrill horn of another train going by. She smiled and signed to me that it was a blessing in disguise that she was hearing impaired.

My jaw dropped, that is quite some perspective!

This post has been written for Write Tribe’s 100 words on Saturday for the prompt “A blessing in disguise”