Her discontent presses down like humidity, tainting everything it touches. He scrubs the pan, hunching over the sink, channeling his guilt. “What would you like for Christmas?” he asks, bracing himself for what is to come She is silent a tad longer. Her voice when it appears is wistful. “To be understood.” Another day, he…
She sat by the window seat watching the countryside fly by. It wasn’t yet winter but the window fogged up with her breath as she leaned closer to get a better view of the landscape flying by. The exchange on WhatsApp was playing on her mind. “Hey! Am in town this week. Meant to message…
Is everything what it seems like?
The water snaked down the window, gathering into rivulets and joining a stream that wound its way to the spout off the roof, falling into the mulched beds beneath my bedroom window. I sat on the floor, the loops in the carpet standing out in sharp relief as each tear formed, large and luminous in…
This is my entry to Day Eighteen of Writing 101 at The Daily Post. Today’s prompt: write this story in first person, told by the twelve-year-old sitting on the stoop across the street. The neighbourhood has seen better days, but Mrs. Pauley has lived there since before anyone can remember. She raised a family of…
He breezed in one Monday morning looking dapper in his business casual. I sat at my desk watching his head bob up and down in the cubicle next to mine. Even before I could turn away, his eyes caught mine and he smiled. I bent down as color crept up my face and busied myself…
The sky was blue. The kind of blue that reminds you of kites and ice creams. Of all things gloriously summer. It was the first weekend after a brutal winter and a wet spring. The park was crowded. I was meeting my girlfriend for the first time after something about our relationship shifted inside of…
“Funny how fate plays its hand” She says wistfully looking at water lapping along the edge in front of her. She and I are sitting on the patio of the food court in campus. “I once thought my future lay here.” The air around us is pregnant with words unsaid. My mind flashes back a good…
Lakshmi Iyer 