The Far End

Photo prompt © J Hardy Carroll

“Hurry! Don’t you want to see him?”

“I’m scared.” The younger brother whispered. “Is he fearsome?”

“No, he looks hideous but he is nice…. gentle….”

The little boy could feel his thumping heart.

“Why does he look hideous?’

“How do I know? But he always has a chocolate for little boys.”

They reached the far end of the cemetery. They looked around. There was no one there.

Then the little boy pointed towards a grave.

A man was lying there, his face covered by a cloth. There was chocolate in his left hand.

Elder brother screamed and ran off.

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Word count 99

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A Slip

Photo prompt © Jen Pendergast

“What’s this? What have you been doing?” asked the mother, sounding tired and flustered.

“I was making coffee?”

“But why is the room flooded? Where is Papa?”

“He is busy…attending meetings.”

“Shantanu!” she screamed. Shantanu felt that he had been hit by a bullet. He jumped from his chair and ran. But he slipped. There was soapy water, everywhere.

“What have you been doing” he asked meekly.

“Papa, I wanted coffee,” she said, smilingly.

“But why is there water here…...everywhere?”

“I was cleaning the kettle…. it was….”

And then they noticed white, soapy water, leisurely flowing down the kitchen sink.

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Word count 100

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The Painting

                                                                 (Photo Prompt)

“That is the painting……I know the artist…. He studied in Shantiniketan and JJ School of Art…. a dear friend of my uncle….” said the boy, proudly.

“You must be joking…. it’s just trash…...” replied his friend.

“You have no idea…..it’s abstract art…..everyone can’t appreciate it.”

“What has he painted….”

The boy scratched his head. He knew he had to say something and quickly, “It’s a thick autumn forest and there is a tiger hidden in the foliage.”

“What are those words?”

“That’s the tiger talk….”

The friend looked at the boy and laughed. The boy repressed an urge to hit him.

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Word count  101

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