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Submitted to Contest #87
Chaos is a friend of mine.A man smashes his fist on the desk in front of me knocking the pens down onto the floor, "I need to see the manager NOW!"A woman yanks the computer screen off the front desk smashing it underneath her feet. Screaming child tugs onto a man, "Mom fainted!""Ron!", howling I scan for the red-golden uniform. There he is landing his muscular arm right in the face of some guy trying to manhandle him. Footsteps are scampering down the staircase others are marching out of the elevator. Some are mad, some are s...
Submitted to Contest #85
"That's the thing about this city!", I pull the colorful bangles off my red henna-painted hands. Standing in the alley, at 2 at night in my wedding dress and bearing him fussing over the crowd is the last straw.The heavily embroidered dupatta falls to the dusty littered damp alley. I let my hair loose, "Ugh! this hairstyle. I have been bearing this just because of you. You get it! Could we have stopped earlier?!"He nods, ignoring my rants, busy keeping an eye on the surrounding. I let the lehenga fall. The motorbike vrooms by us. M...
Submitted to Contest #55
Elena's eyes trace the words on the menu card. Her crimson-painted lips budge gingerly as she whispers the words to herself. I adjust my plate and napkin once again. The candle flickers its golden hues sitting on the table with patience that I lack. The bright golden flame arcs into darkness. Not even the cozy tawny chair can cool me down. My legs hammering rhythmically against the carpeted floor. "Come on, Elena? What's taking you so long?!", I sigh loosening the tie, choking me. Through the blue stained glass pane beside me, I ca...
Submitted to Contest #54
In the end, we only regret the chance we didn't take.Her lips part as she gazes at the mascara brushing against her thick false lashes. The Indian glass bangles jingle as she swiftly moves her hands, wrapping her hair into a hijab. Her eyes stare back at her. She draws a deep breath pushing the tears back.Is it starting all over again?Karan's face flashes in front of her. She jolts back."Zara!", her clipped voice echoes in the hotel apartment, "He is not coming back.", she inches closer to the mirror, talking to her dark brown reflecting in ...
Submitted to Contest #53
A lone drop of sweat makes its way down my temples, through the eyebrows into the unruly trimmed sideburns. Even the popsicle is sweating in a young man's hand. He wears an unbuttoned shirt over a white T-shirt and is busy licking popsicle sweat beads. Nothing seems to beat the heat down. I rub my dirt and oil-stained sleeve over my face holding the searing books in another. Everyone feels defeated, even trees and the once fertile soil. The trees hang low under the oppressive sun and soil swirling with heatwaves; arid, dry and powder...
Zip!! She sighed, zipping her suitcase close. Pulling her knelt body up, she stretched her arms, twisted her waist till a satisfying popping of joints was heard. The beads of sweat trickled down her forehead hanging among her bushy dark brown brows. Her slender fingers wiped the damp salty brows. The beads dropped onto the carpeted floor camouflaging into the red Turkish carpet. The sight of the thick fluffy jacket hanging on the stand made her cheeks red, soaking her in her own precipitation. "One more day!", She said to hersel...
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