The Hero

Copyright – DLovering

Everything was ready for the Fiesta. The town came alive with banners and colorful festoons. The people of Ronda were ready to welcome Spring.

The 500-odd inhabitants gathered around the town square. That’s when they saw the army jeep coming. It could mean only one thing. One of their sons was returning from the war. A hero. The crowd waited with bated breath to welcome whoever it was.

Uniformed men got out, and lowered the coffin to the ground reverently. Yes, a son had returned. He was a hero. A martyr.

There would be a funeral now, not a Fiesta.

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.

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A To Z Challenge: H

To know more about the A to Z challenge, go here.

Day 8, alphabet number 8.

H is for hours, how fast they go by!

A To Z Challenge: A Through G

To know more about the A to Z challenge, go here.

Hey everyone, I was so out of the loop for a long time. I don’t intend to make excuses, instead I have decided to jump right into the challenge, and make up for the first week with one giant post. Maybe it’s against the rules, but hey, show me some support will ya?

I decided on a theme of posting pictures of everyday objects. I currently do not have the luxury of time to write well-drafted and eloquent posts every day. I hope my little idea will keep me on track of posting something everyday (from today on, at least!).

So here goes – the first post for letters A through G.

A is for apples.

B is for books.

C is for car.

D is for days (of our lives).

E is for Elly, a sweet friend.

F is for fan (How creative!)

G is for green – rich and vibrant.

Keeping my fingers crossed to stay on track.

The Window

Copyright – David Stewart

Rishi looked out of the office window. That’s where he spent his free time. He never understood what the big fuss over sports was anyways. He stayed there, reading and dreaming, till Papa came to pick him up.

Books were his friends. He needed no one else. Tomorrow he would be gone from here forever. Papa was being transferred. He dreaded the thought of a new school again.

“Come child, your father is here”, he heard Sister Antonia behind him.

Rishi took his crutches and looked out his favorite window for one last time.

“Goodbye Sister”, he said.

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.

The Painter’s Muse

Copyright – Janet Webb

He was a painter. A bad one. His subjects looked like they were ready to puke. I bet the red lady was feeling queasy.

How I hated the constant partying and chatter of snobbish starving artists. God, how highly those penniless beggars thought of themselves!

When I decided to run off with Juan, I thought he was rich. I wanted the glamor of being his muse. Little did I know the bugger was penniless and too proud!

I couldn’t hold it in anymore. It didn’t make the toilet either. The red lady was ruined. Oh, well!

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Treasure

Sometimes it is the little things we like to treasure. Especially when we have kids. We want to freeze memories in time, treasure their little hands and feet. But little hands and feet grow up too soon. So we treasure a few things those little hands made.

If you ask me what I treasure most, it is the people in my life. And sometimes, a few things those people made, I will cherish forever.

This photo is for the weekly photo challenge at The Daily Post. As you would’ve guessed, the theme is Treasure.

Tell me, do you relate to this sentiment?

Right Now, I Am…

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Right now, I am;

Planning tomorrow’s lunch.

Planning next week’s schedule for my other blog. This one still feels like a mistress or whatever is the masculine equivalent of that.

Concocting a Valentine’s Day dessert in my mind and simultaneously scoffing at just what an empty shell of a celebration it really is.

Thinking of making a list for an impending travel.

Dreading the cleaning, sorting, packing and organizing part of it.

Wondering if I should do something about my sore throat.

Thanking my lucky stars it is not as cold as last week.

Looking at my word count!

Written as part of the 100 Words On Saturday challenge at Write Tribe. Today there is no prompt or theme. Kind of a write whatever comes to mind exercise.

Hope you enjoyed!

Twilight – The Earth Is His Canvas

In this season so bleak,

I wonder if He just thought,

Let Me see what I can do,

With these colors amber, purple and blue!

In a winter ravaged by arctic winds and biting cold, I saw the most beautiful sight at dusk.

Hope you enjoyed!

Daily Post Weekly Photo Challenge: Selfie

I just couldn’t not take part in this week’s photo challenge at The Daily Post.

I am no good at selfies and am highly self-conscious as well. Then I remembered this photo I had clicked a few months back.

Its me with my favorite toy – Canon EOS 7D.

What I really love about this picture is the reflection of my son’s artwork in the mirror.

Hope you enjoyed this shot.

Her Father’s Lamp

Image Source: Dawn M. Miller

“Are you sure it’s here?”

“I don’t know. All mother would say was that she sold it to Bob.”

“This is Bob’s stall, but I don’t see him or the lamp.”

Kate thought of her mother. Sweet but senile. Yesterday, she had sold most of her antiques to her neighbor, the nosy dealer. He had ripped her off.

All Kate needed was the lamp. Her father’s.

Her only memory of her father was that of him sitting in the study, with the lamp on and a book in his hands.

She was 4 when he died.

She was never going to find the lamp now, was she?

This is written as part of the Friday Fictioneers Challenge – Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. Today’s prompt is the above picture.

Hope you enjoyed.