FBI Agents Stan Beeman and Dennis Aderholt stood fifty yards away with their eyes fixated on a man sitting on the park bench. Forty-five minutes and nobody had met with him. This was it – the day they would finally find the mole in the department who has been giving classified information to terrorists. Continue reading “The dead drop”
“Farts.” I said with a straight face.
“Farts? ma’am?” asked someone in the tourist group, puzzled.
“Yes. Farts,” I explained, “that’s what made them extinct.” Continue reading “The Amoosing Mooseum”
“Hey dude, come check this out!” I called out to Ashwin. “You remember the old family photo hanging at home? That was taken here!”
“The one where nobody’s smiling?” He snapped back without lifting his eyes off the phone. He had a gazillion selfies on that phone. Continue reading “Dude, please”
“But this is the middle of nowhere… sweetheart, we’ll dispose it when we’re home” – Kane said looking at Zoella, who sat next to him, clutching the bag of trash, the remains of their monthly father-daughter picnic day.
“Daddy Look! There’s one there!”. He stopped and she jumped out and ran towards the trash can. Continue reading “Trash”
The cigarette perched between his index finger and middle finger was getting warmer and warmer. His right hand aided him to take one final puff, while his left hand instinctively reached for the pack of cigarettes in his pocket.
Getting into an addiction and coming out of it must be the greatest test of willpower, he thought, Never again!
He slowly walked to the edge of the deck of his sixty foot yacht and threw his still unfinished pack of cigarettes into the clear blue water, as he kicked the butt for the 49th time.
For the daily prompt: Never Again
Everything will be all right in the end… if it’s not all right then it’s not yet the end. – The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel
She stood on the terrace of the fifty-five storeyed skyscraper looking at the city which looked colorless and lifeless to her. The sun had begun to set behind the dark clouds that had enveloped the city. The usual yellowish orange evening sky was nowhere to be found. In its place, a grey horizon. The cold winter wind hit her face mercilessly as if trying to freeze the tears that rolled down her cheeks.
She didn’t notice the first few drops of rain that fell on her, for she was numb. A sudden downpour followed. Her body ached with so much pain and sorrow that she felt it tiring to even stand. Her subconscious made a decision that was as sudden as the downpour and she didn’t notice it either. “There is no hope”, she thought in her mind as she stepped over the terrace with her eyes closed. Continue reading “Self-Preservation”