Picture it & Write – The Perfect Mannequin

Jan21

picture it & write

 

I was a model’s inspiration

and a child’s fancy

He dressed me in pink, red and blue

to welcome a sea of new faces

I donned a new hat each day,

floated in admiration,

a perfect silhouette,

every woman’s envy

but when he beheld a small crack

in my perfection,

he confined me to the trash room

And what was this slimy substance

poured on me?

I stood whimpering

as a new girl now decorated the entrance

Written for Ermilia’s Picture it & Write

Friday Fictioneers

Jan17

photo

 

I saw that photo in Rustom’s house. I was enraptured by the worn-out photo, having seen it in newspapers.

‘Yes, this was the photo found in the burnt house. People believe that this is the cause of fire. How ridiculous!” laughed Rustom.

“Why did you bring it here?”

“I am going to show the world that this photo has nothing to do with the accidents and fire.”

I lay in my bed, thinking about the photo. Arguing with Rustom was pointless. He never listened to anybody. Suddenly, I felt breathless. Smoke! As I stumbled against the table, I saw the photo. It was too late as I realized that the photo chose its victims, not the other way around.

Written for Friday Fictioneers. Photo by Rochelle.

Friday Fictioneers

Jan11

roger-cohen_Friday Fictioneers

 

Mat looked at the old cello, which had been the source of his upbringing all these years. His father, a mute cello player, played the instrument at every gathering and occasion to give the best for his young children. Old age had cursed him with paralysis and he lay in his small room all day and night, staring at the worn-out cello.

Mat wiped his eyes at the memory of his father. He tugged at the strings and felt that he had never repaid his father. At forty, he decided that he would learn to play the cello.

This was written for Friday Fictioneers. Picture by Roger Cohen.