Friday, 28 January 2022


Stained Glass

He was too stunned to say anything. He couldn’t believe his ears. He somehow managed to say a few words… usual words.

“Hello, how are we?”

“Good, you haven’t forgotten it. You are shocked, no? You were sure that I was…..” 


“Let’s meet….same place. They altered it, now it’s a fantastic…..”

He didn’t respond. He felt a tremor.

“What fun it was, to be young and……. reckless?” Suddenly Rayaan sounded cold and unemotional.

He wasn’t listening. He was back in Stained Glass and the brawl. He had wounded Rayaan, fatally. All these years he was sure Rayaan was dead. 


A post for Friday Fictioneers on a picture prompt

Word Count 100

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.