As Time Flies

F   is for 'Forever' Photo prompt -Ted Strutz “Papa this is my car. Never sell it… I’ll take it to the college,” said little He. I knew it was not a possibility but never thought they would strip me of my glory. Little you used to ride with me; I heard your first Gibberish. You spent each day with me until a few years back and now you’ll abandon me, I wanted to say as they started pulling me. A voice caught my attention – “Papa this is my car. Never sell it… let it stay in the backyard please,” said ‘his’ little ‘she’.  Guess I’ll stay forever. ................................................................................................................................ Linking this post to ABC-W where you can read more posts, this Wednesday the letter is 'F' .  The post is also a part of the ever-inspiring Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle and the Six Sentence stories hosted by Denise

“Honey, do you see those duct tapes there? Well, I patched up the door; that naughty thing hurt itself after bumping into me yesterday night. A compassionate man, I fixed the ugly scratches and bruises,” said Adam boastfully when he saw his wife transfixed by the door after seeing his work.  CREDIT

Courtesy “Colors turned my monochrome living into a Vibgyor, the chits made me believe in me and the jar helped me believe that there is more to life than what meets the eye,” Dia told the reporter. The journalist sat enthralled by the petite lady who beat death at its game and survived the odds to share her story with the world.

“Mamma is Santa visiting us this year?” asked little Rosy. “Maybe”, answered her mother while she was busy sewing the red cloth. All this while Rosy sat there dreaming about the ‘man in red’ who visited every child in the world except her, the reindeers who could light up her home, only if they paid her a short visit, about the gifts that she had so longed for since he left a void in their lives.

Burdened by the hopes, stooped under the weight of self-pity she decided to take the plunge for once. Although willing to bring about a change, she was still in a dilemma as she was reluctant to initiate the process of transformation.

It grows because you are the one that constantly feeds it, control yourself and it would deflate”, said Sam. Pia wanted to surrender to the thought but he was precious to her. courtesy pixabay

Source Each anniversary a surprise would wait for her and he somehow made his gifts unique often leaving her wondering ‘if everything was real’ . This time, they were seven seas apart and she could feel his pangs of this separation; “ His face is a mirror of his true feelings ,” she said to herself. There Skype conversation made her uneasy as her commitments kept her away from him.         ........................................................................................................................................................... She  unlocked the door softly and as the minute hand touched twelve she screamed at the top of her voice “ SURPRISE! ” His silhouette was visible on the couch. “ No, ” she realized; there were two. source Aug 4th:  Caught red-handed ALSO,  Linking up with  Uncharted Blog  and  Six Sentence Stories , where the cue word is Minute.

"I Guess it was him. Yes, it had to be him as yesterday he had said he would give a call," She mumbled, as the thoughts about their blind date flooded her vision. The connection was weak and from what she could make out, he said," will be at the doorstep by seven and ..," something about her odour." They were meeting and she had to be her fragrant best was all she cared about.  She got busy asking friends about fragrances to make it an evening to remember; still, something seemed amiss to her. Ready by 6.45 she waited for him; peeping through the window, pacing across the room, sitting down  to start the ritual again after a minute. Sharp at seven the bell rang, making her heart thump severely and when she opened the door with a  perfect smile on her lips, a hand holding a box stretched towards her; "Ma'am, your order  and kindly pay in cash." Aug 1st:  Stranger than fiction This post was originally written for  Six ...

Peonies, William Merritt Chase, 1897 Completely aware of what the   contents   in her bag could lead to she sat with poise at the corner of his fully packed visitors’ room; it could backfire and end as another   amusing   affair for the public. “Both their lives were about to undergo a drastic change, but then he deserved it after what he had done to her mother years ago; money was not everything though they had enough provided by him but what about identity,” She thought. As she sat, looking at the peonies, the fallen petals caught her attention, they no longer belonged to the bouquet that they adorned once and the ripples in that water stirred the essence of the lake but then it added a charm to its otherwise stagnant existence.  As she sat deeply engrossed in her own world, the secretary informed her that her master was ready to meet her, bringing her back to reality.  As if woken from a deep sleep she excused herself to use the w...

 “Where are you taking me?”  Riddhi asked annoyed with him for having forgotten to wish her, leave alone give the gift she had desired for on their first anniversary, an early morning breakfast with him and the sunrise in the background as the new resort in their city claimed. “Endurance my dear is the best companion at the moment,”   Atul replied with a kidding note in his voice. “Hope he has no despicable ideas,”   she recollected the news about the suicide by a young, much in love couple. In addition, she remembered him talking about bringing some   Project   to its conclusion.   “Was it she?”

courtesy -  PHOTO PROMPT -© Madison Woods Oh, moon!  I know  You are not  Addicted to loneliness  Be defiant  For once  Let the power  Of closeness  Scrap through your filth  Lay bare  Your reservations  Next time you meet the stars

courtesy -  © 2015, Barbara W. Beacham “ The petroglyphs told the story of an unusual event. ” said Max. While all tried to interpret the etchings, little Tim could not resist to put forth his readings; as he interpreted it as trees, spiral, ladders, and funny men, everyone seemed amused and laughed except the old man.

courtesy - magpietales Even though it has been years since he is gone, still her eyes keep wandering towards the rising and the setting sun every day of the year. She never leaves her house; “what if he comes in my absence?” is her fear.

It started with a pound. She thought  She heard a sound It was cling Followed by a clang It had fallen on the ground. courtesy -  clipartguide

As she sat telling her story, we could see her drowned in her past. “Although we laughed about it later but, that moment was scary for the two of us, “said Anita.  courtesy -  daisygreenmagazine

courtesy - freedigitalphotos We were at the park enjoying brunch when Sid suddenly realized that our little one was not around. It is not a big park but the incidents these days make the heart flutter with fear. Panic entrapped we took to different directions but soon started back without a result.