A Mendicant’s Biography

(Photo Credit: Crispina Kemp)

The makeshift letter box attached to the fence-cum-gate leading to the house was in danger of collapse. Not that Venky was expecting anyone to write to him. The twin perils of a disruptive digital world and a self imposed existence in isolation combined to ensure that neither post office nor postman would be subject to any trouble conveying messages in the written medium.

“You must write a book someday. Rather you will write one someday.” Ash had declared once with a conviction that was unreal mixed with a sincerity bordering on the surreal. Shrugging both the thought and his shoulders, Venky had dourly responded with a barely audible sigh.

Now ensconced in a derelict house –  close to zero rent being adequate compensation for an absence of civilization – he had commenced to write. But his Ash was not by his side to egg, spur and goad him on.

(Word Count: 149)

Written as part of the Crimson’s Creative Challenge #32 More details regarding this challenge may be found HERE.


Soaring Memories,Starry Hopes

(PHOTO CREDIT: Rochelle Wisoff-Fields)

“Airports rank second only to hospitals in kindling hopes and rekindling memories” wrote Venky. “Memories rooted in the head like giant pillars rooted to the sparkling floors. Hopes as capable of making hearts skip an involuntary beat as a turbulence is capable of taking stomachs out of passengers.

The steady stream of passengers striding into lobbies, and scurrying about a maze of terminals is nothing but the roiling cauldron of conflicting emotions that assail the restless mind.”

Venky’s philosophical musings came to an abrupt end as an Aer Lingus flight roared off the tarmac taking to the skies chasing Dublin.

(Word Count: 100)

This story was written as part of the FRIDAY FICTIONEERS challenge, more about which may be found HERE

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