Assorted Tales

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Flash Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

These are a collection of Micro-Fiction

Rain an Epiphany

Rain is pouring, a wet rhythmic sound. Rain is the pour of tears inside me, the tears of joy, of reaping what I have sown. The rain is healing the deeps wounds of scars in me. My memories are a puddle of water lying on the ground. Thunder is roaring like an angry beast. The clouds are veiled and grey showing a hungry appetite of God. The rain is poem being sung. The rain leaves a sumptuous legacy of a harvest of wishes.

Signs

I was recently perusing the earth, the walls, the floor, the cupboards, water lying on the ground. In all these I could see the sign of V. Does it mean I am on a winning streak? Yes, lucky days and lucky happenings are going to happen to me.

Dry

Dry as an idiom means to go without booze.

All my days as on now are dry.

Dig a Pond

Dig a pond is a Malayalam idiom and it means to utterly ruin something.

I have never dug a pond for anyone.

Hotel California

Hotel California is a famous Eagles song. As an idiom it means to win a large sum of money through a windfall draw.

How I wish that I could experience Hotel California in my life.


Submitted: July 21, 2021

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