Bare bodies,hugging skins and wet cold eyes.
A husky voice called out, “Diana!Diana!”. The lady lying at the edge of the bed, clad in a sheer white robe, jerk opened her eyes. Her face lit up to a honey-glow in the shimmering light. She looked up into a mesmerizing and penetrating gaze.
“Do you need more drinks?”, she asked, as her lips curled into an awkardly pretentious smile.
The man frowned his eyebrows. He could barely keep his eyes open but looked straight into hers. He held her by the neck, gently, although the man’s measures of gentleness is far from the woman’s; but yes! Gently. His lips moved but not a sound came out.
Only wet,cold eyes met.
The following morning Diana was found caressing her hair infront of the vast mirror placed at the side of her bed. She looked onto her reflection in a thousand-miles stare, as if all the blood and life was drained out of her.
I’ll be late for dinner tonight,
the words echoed in her mind. Diana changed the calender date to February 14. She got up, made herself a drink lost in some of her distant thoughts.
your room is provided with the finest of the furnitures in Paris and the best view ever
The view was indeed intensely pretty. The february snow was gloomy and glittery at the same time. Diana’s room was amply heated. She rarely lacked anything a woman of her age would have desired. Diana sipped on the blood red liquor painting a lipstick stain at the rim of the glass. Her fingers flipped through the diary pages, just to stop at the one which embraced a withered white rose. Its petals had wrinkled, the flower had lost its vigour. Although it still had a purity in its white colour that narrated some spiritual love. Diana smiled from within. She stood up and went on to the window. She leaned against the window pane relishing her drink. Her mind travelled back to the same day five years back- her wedding day.
Dressed in a dove-white dress, she turned heads at every gaze. The crystal blue shoes complemented the lacy linen just like the stars and the night. Her vermillon red hair curled upon her shoulders like a stream winds its way through the meadows. Her lips were the perfect arch of a cupid’s bow, a plump red rose bud. But her slate blue eyes spoke a different language. They longed for a miraculous endeavor. They searched for answers, answers to a million questions.
Diana walked down the aisle clutching the white rose and the letter that said
From here on we part my love.
“Arrrrghhhh!! Captain Yellowpants, here I come.”, cried Ayush with his plastic sword in hand and pounced on his big brother.
“Yo ho ho! Matey, bring it on!”, exclaimed the older one and grabbed his little brother by the waist as they chuckled in the back seat of the car.
The lady on the front seat seemed lost in some abstract thoughts. As the car waited in the ferry line, her husband consolated,” Don’t worry, Ayush will be happy there.Its the best boarding school in town.”
Ayush recalled a line from his Civics book, “Happiness is where family is”.
A flash fiction based on the featured image.This is an entry in the #fridayfictioneers #photoprompt challenge by Rochell Wisoff. This week’s photo is contributed by Ted strutz. Check out the other entries here. Gratitude, Rochelle.. 🙂
Here’s my contribution to this week’s #writephoto challenge.Hoping to touch souls.Thank you Sue for the challenge and to the photo prompt contributor as well.Click here to read other contributions. Enjoy!
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
There’s a light they say,
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel?
I stare in dismay.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel!
I fear the unknown.
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel,
Hope anchors the soul!
The light at the end of this path,
Castaway the disguise,
There’s the light right at the end,
Invent and recognize!
There’s a light at the end my friend,
The wars will subside.
The light at the end you see:
An amicable world to survive.
There’s a light right there,
The evils shall perish,
A light at the end,
Victory will be ours to cherish!
So there’s a light at the end my dear,
Rise in valour!
Strive till the end,
Break the tunnel through!
But as I stand at the end of the tunnel,
I see no spark or glint,
Cause the light is eclipsed under the facade lies,
The light had always been within.
Copyright 2017 Aditi Raha
All rights reserved.
Have you heard of Event Horizon? You must have I am sure. The point of no return I mean.
Continue reading “Zero to zero”
Ever wondered what the key to cracking a jigsaw puzzle is? Its getting the right piece at the right time. Life is like a jigsaw puzzle. As we proceed , we find ourselves building up a beautiful picture. For some it doesn’t click cause we fail to get the right piece at the right time.
Continue reading The Jigsaw Puzzle !!
Its 3.46 AM on the clock. My late night playlist is on shuffle. And me staring blank outside the window. The night sky slowly turns crimson red. Every night i watch the stars disappear slowly into the beaming sun rays. I observe the nights turn into days. I observe the light win over darkness.
Continue reading THE ETERNITY..
I hope you are doing good;
good without me.
I know you wish that
you never ever see me.
I wonder did you ever
Ever love me?
I wonder what it was
When you said, go away, i set you free!
Continue reading A letter to a stranger