Devan was shattered, seventy years was hardly an age to manage divorce. Kanchi will know of his long buried lies and she was a stubborn lady. Preoperative tests for his pancreatic surgery were on and the doctor immediately knew what he had concealed through fifty long years of marriage. She was arriving and he was awaiting the disaster. Kanchi entered the room and approached Devan with her wobbly walk and a fixated stare. His eyes were pleading guilty until Kanchi laughed aloud and said your smile was always natural, just not the teeth my darling!
I always had complaints about the size of our three bedroom apartment. Umpteen attempts by my husband to reassure me of the sprawling space went in vain. There is a moment of truth, for everyone. My maid had organised a small party for her daughter’s birthday and my presence would make her proud she said. I reached and knocked. The door creaked open and a room barely able to accommodate my study was filled with a bunch of brightly lit faces, a dog and six small rabbits. I broke into pieces, the room suddenly looked acres long.
Anaida’s father trusted Raghav, his best employee and his would be son-in-law beyond boundaries. Poor old fashioned gentleman, little did he know politeness is deception in pretty packaging. The best part was even Anaida fell for his knight in shining armour feats. Raghav winced !he had tried to convince her to come to the hill top for a romantic date for without this his plan would be ruined. She had either sensed something or was very lucky. This time he had hired professionals,for every fairy tale needed a good old fashioned villian. She arrived unaware of what was waiting. They were there hand in hand at the edge on the peak looking down 2000 ft and suddenly the two well built men surfaced and followed his orders. Her screams were unanswered, She pleaded he laughed and finally one push and she fell shrinking to a dot. He chuckled “silly girl afraid of bungee jumping. See now she will get addicted to the sport”. The professional trainers nodded in accent.
Ritvik was in the majority. Son of a middle class banker but extremely quick witted. Seema the foolish rich lass was an easy target to entangle in his venomous trap called love. Finishing her wasn’t either difficult thanks to her bipolar disorder. Overdosing her and later cutting her 3 nerves under Palm was a convenient suicide.Bequethed with a grieving rich widower badge turning into an eligible bachelor was easy.
As planned Sera joined as his secretary marrying him after a careful year. All went well till Rita was born. Doctors were surprised that she had the same cut marks.If this was to be coincidence, Ritvik started complaining her eyes following him constantly and hearing her sinister laugh all time.
He was diagnosed with depression soon.
karma works for free mister…..
She had packed all her savings, not a penny less. Tonight was it. She could teach singing to earn and he excelled in plumbing and electrical. They were determined to take this step. They had enough domination and free advice for a lifetime. Tolerating ill-treatment at one’s own home was not easy. An incidental meeting at the local grocery store lead to stolen moments regularly.
Here she is at the local railway station minutes crawling very slowly. She was confident he could not disappoint her but the instinctive fear did surface. At the exact moment the train entered he touched her shoulder and flashed his mesmerizing smile sans teeth.
The entire compartment looked in awe at the silver-haired, wrinkled Sam and Rose chatter nonstop all night like two happy birds.
100 Word Story Winners 2015
The challenge was mighty: tell us a tale using exactly 100 well-chosen words. In this fast fiction contest there’s not a syllable to waste. Every detail needs to move the story along so, by the end, the reader is left chuckling or teased or – as we found with this year’s brilliant winner – simply amazed. Read on!
Winner: Sowmya Ramkumar, Singapore
The blue dress fluttered tastefully. Pride
decorated the village head’s face. A hundred pairs of bedazzled eyes
watched. Someone opined it was black magic; another queried who is holding
it? The women of the household received special attention. Kids imitated the
object’s motion. Word went out to the neighbouring villages. Lemonade and
candy floss vendors cashed in on the crowd that came to witness the spectacle.
The priest was called to perform special rituals. Staring at the
portrait of my grandfather dating back to circa 1900, I can hardly imagine
the pride of owning a ceiling fan in then India.
Sowmya is a married 30-year-old chartered accountant and mother of one. “I am inspired by basic things that I can observe around me and I aspire to project them in an interesting manner.” She wins $1000.
The Judges said: A beautifully poetic piece that conjures up memories of another time and place.