The Magical Event Of My Childhood In Manamadurai I still remember the times I spent in the tiny town of Manamadurai close to the southernmost tip of India when I was a kid. Every summer holiday my father used to...
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The Garden Of Love – #WRITEPHOTO
The Garden Of Love - #WRITEPHOTO Flowers adorned the garden everywhere. The garden was interspersed with a large number of stone structures which formed pathways at several points. John read the words inscribed on the board placed at the gateway...
The New Innings – #WRITEPHOTO
The New Innings - #WRITEPHOTO We saw the small child everyday when my wife and I went for our morning walk. The child had long hair and always wore the same patched flowing robe. She looked like a fairy from...
The Jewellery Collector
The Jewellery Collector James and Anne had been smitten by the doll like face of the child the very first day they had seen her in the adoption center. The child had not shown any inhibition at all in accepting...
The Symbol Of Peace – #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS
The Symbol Of Peace - #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson Billionaire Richardson had built the small pagoda like structure on his private island on the banks of the beautiful lake. He had meant it to be a peaceful resting...
The Angel Speaks – #WRITEPHOTO
The Angel Speaks - #WRITEPHOTO I tossed and turned in the bed unable to sleep. Tomorrow would be my wife Debbie's first death anniversary. I was a carpenter by profession. I still remember the day I had carried Debbie as...
The After-Breakfast Conversation – #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION
The After-Breakfast Conversation - #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION Photo Courtesy of Bobby & Devin I enjoyed the conversation I had with Johnny and Micky everyday after breakfast. They would always be waiting for me as soon as I happened to pass their doorstep....
The Portrait – #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS
The Portrait - #FRIDAYFICTIONEERS Photo Prompt © Mikhael Sublett I heard about the tremors that had shaken the area on my way back. I was not worried because I was an old man with nobody to call my own. I had...
The Extinction Of A Species – #WRITEPHOTO
The Extinction Of A Species - #WRITEPHOTO The leader turned around and looked at his group with concern. Most members of the group looked tired and dehydrated If only he could lead them to cooler surroundings quickly. But the heat...
The Practical Exam – #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION
The Practical Exam - #SUNDAYPHOTOFICTION Photo Credit: Paul Howell (Mystery Writer Betty Webb's Husband) I woke up with a smile on my lips and walked to the lawn. The fishing nets used were fluttering in the wind. They were tied...