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Dossing around every which way remains pleasurable. The first flush of youth has passed inconsolably for good measure. The need for appeasement gets the better of her. For what? They must pay heed to her glib gibe and turn up to appreciate it. For one thing, it’s the only thing she’s gathered. What if her

storm

” I won’t be able to see you any longer, hope you understand.” She said calmly and matter-of-factly. He gave a perfunctory nod and looked away. She left abruptly on a short notice, without a proper goodbye. Slowly he trudged downtown. After wandering miles he was standing at the beach in the gloaming. He laid

the orphanage

Saltmort hunkered down for a flat stone and skimmed it along the lake. On turning back he scrambled up to the grassy bank, plonked down casting a glance around. His old ramshackle orphanage stood right ahead of him. Its dilapidated doors, worn patches on the wall, weathered stone steps, etiolated creepers curling around the pergola

a thump in the neighbourhood

All of a sudden a loud thump caught Michelle’s attention. Immediately she trotted down to Aunt Lecunia, her next-door neighbour. *** An hour ago she arrived home after a long humdrum day, planning to put her feet up. Famished, she padded barefoot to the kitchen. Looking for something to sate her appetite, she ferreted in

the infection

“Longbottom’s got infected” said Michael pitching the ball across the yard. “How come? What’s the source?” Bon swivel round and watched Fluffy making a dart for the ball. “Newspaper” “In my humble opinion, newspapers don’t spread Corona. By the way, I read every day, never got infected. I keep an eye for the danger. If

number four private drive

Mr Dursley, as usual, had a perfectly normal, night-owls-free day or so the story goes. He shrieked at five to eight normal people, made several important telephone calls and a wee bit of normal shouting. He did fawn over those who deserved. In his normal desire to hit someone he yelled at his mother-in-law, dashed

in quest of an ice-cream

Lying on the couch I swapped my legs, gave a quick once-over to the clock and tried to calculate. It’s around half an hour since I am twiddling my thumbs, watching TV and cooling my heels for his arrival. It’s crazy to wander around underneath this scorching sun just for an ice-cream! The post goes

vista

Golden peaks of towering hills glow from a distance. In the evening, when weary sun grazes hills, sky simmers with crimson, vermilion, azure and milky white lights. Slowly a fiery red flush creeps over the valley and sky begins to dim down. The river, the woods, that narrow track along the river leading to woods,

what do you see?

That doesn’t demand anything, is just a little observant, Half-awake & half-asleep That which isn’t attached to demand or possessions. Pays no heed to the righteous or to the murmur. Humanity? Truth? Lies? “What do you see?“ ” It’s not really about what I see. It’s more about the prospect. I am setting my intention

home

Arrive hurt, Be safe, At peace Morphing manure into the wellspring of life The post is written in response to Six word story prompt. *photo saved from the thesoulsearchersite.wordpress.com