She walked on the icy pavement in front of the warehouse; oblivious to the trees that had cried through the night too. Chattering teeth were her answer to the icy silence of the yard. Unable to move anymore, she plopped down in front of the door; hugging herself, trying to stay alive. The sun peeped out, breaking free of its cold shackles and she waited – for death or an angel, she didn’t know.
“Follow your dreams,” they say. But they never say how; how to make a living in an alien city; how not to die there alone and miserable.
Flash fiction in response to Friday Fictioneers hosted by the lovely Rochelle Wisoff.
It sounded simple in theory. Approach her, hand her the letter, and tell her “It’s from Mike”. Easy right?! But then, I am Rajesh; the kid who is pathologically shy in front of girls…. Sucks to get beaten again!
Pardon my reference to “Big Bang Theory!”. I simply couldn’t resist (“theory” in the prompt!) :D.
Microfiction in response to MicroMondays hosted by Varad. Thank you Varad! This week’s prompt: “It sounded simple in theory”. Word count: 39.
This post would read more like a letter. I am not sure if anyone missed my absence of about a month. But I sorely missed all the action here – the frantic writing, the greedy reading, the warm and lovely interactions – everything!
Pressing medical issues within the family kept me away. But things are OK now and am back!! Not with a bang – but gently; slowing easing back into daily routine.
I sincerely thank all of you for putting up with my absence. Can’t wait to catch up!