Friday, 21 January 2022



The kid was riffling through ‘For Kids’.

“Grandpa, who writes these stories?”

“People like me.”


“Yes. There’s one in here written by me.”

“You write stories!”

“Will you believe that this one is my hundredth story?”

The kid was surprised and overjoyed. Then he asked, “How many days did it take to write them all?”

“Ten years.”

“That long…….”


“I could write ten stories in a day.”

“You’re a genius.”

Next morning the kid came rushing to grandpa.

“I did it. Guess how many stories I wrote last night?”


“I wrote thirteen.”

“I told you, you’re a genius.”


A story for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word count 101

Friday, 14 January 2022


The Bridge

Both of them, the old man and the child, were intently looking at the horizon. Where does it end? Both of them were wondering.

“Grandpa, is it very painful, this surgery?”

“Well, they inject some medicine. One is not conscious of anything.”

“You will miss me.”

“No, you will be always with me.”

“Where does it end, grandpa?”

“I don’t know, honestly.”

“It’s such a beautiful day. I wish I could touch the sky.”

“Dam it. We will cross the bridge …….”

“Perhaps it may never come?”

The old man got up. The child felt a tremor when he touched grandpa’s hand.


A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

Friday, 7 January 2022


The Prodigal Father

“So you have become a great man, the artist we never had….in centuries. Even the king is impressed. Funny! Did he give something w…?”

“It doesn’t matter; I am doing what I wanted to do. But I learnt it the hard way. And you know why. If only you had sent me to the school….”

“Does anyone buy these things? Or perhaps you think your creations are priceless?”

“It doesn’t ……..”

Father cut him short, “It does. You are penniless, no?”

“Why should I worry? I am going to inherit everything?”

“Well, you are in for disappointment….one more time…I squandered everything away.”


A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.

Word count 101

Sunday, 2 January 2022

              The Hotel


“He is there… I saw him…he was looking down at us.”

“Don’t try…..I am not in a mood for jokes.”

“Look at that window on second floor…corner room…he is still there… behind the curtain.”

I tried, but I could find no one, “You are scared of him even when he is…..”Somehow I could not utter the word.

“I had warned you but you wouldn’t ….you….I isn’t scared of him, I am scared of you…..’

Perhaps he was right. I was in no mood to share the booty with anyone.

“Happy new year.”

The husky voice sent shivers down our spines.


A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt.  

Sunday, 26 December 2021


The Gift

“Stop, stop….” the kid shouted. The car stopped.

“What happened?”

“He was there?” he pointed to a tall building. “I saw him, he was waving at me.”

“Who? Who was there?” papa was annoyed. They were already late.

“The Wizard…. Wizard of Oz.”

“No, not again. Please stop reading that book. You already read it ten times.”

“You think it makes me addled brained?”


“…. he was there.”

They finally reached their home.

“What’s that?” the kid pointed to the Christmas tree near the door.  

It surprised him. They hadn’t ordered it.

There was a card too, ‘Keep dreaming, Kid. The Wizard.’


 A post for Friday Fictioneers

Word count 103

Saturday, 18 December 2021


The Will

When uncle’s Will was read, Sandy and I were dumbfounded. But everyone else was joyous. And they had a hearty laugh at our expense.

Uncle loved his vintage car-it was a 1951 Cadillac. I too was in love with that car and wished to own it one day.

Uncle was proud of his wine cellar-it was a treasure. No one could enter it except Sandy. He was always praying that uncle would give it to him.

But uncle had willed otherwise. I inherited the wine cellar. Sandy got the Cadillac.

Everyone laughed. I am a teetotaler and Sandy can’t drive.


A post for Friday Fictioneers

Monday, 4 March 2019

The Place

“That’s the place, I am sure, I am so grateful… you took all the trouble to bring me here. That’s the place. No doubt about it…..”
The young man looked at the old haggard face and, and for a moment, felt sorry for him. His worst fear had come true.
“It’s here that I met her first…..I remember everything so clearly.”
“But you came here to kill someone?” the young man whispered.
The old man trembled and looked at the young man; his eyes became lifeless.
“I was wondering you resembled ….” the old man said and stopped abruptly.  
A post for Friday Fictioneers
Word count 99