The Mighty, little Usurper

The Mighty, little Usurper

My dad hugged me close, I nestled into his neck. He carried me to the cradle, The pride in his eyes now on my brother.   The doorbell rang, Bringing in the guests. All were carrying colourful gifts. They were all for my brother.   I cried for attention....
The ‘Telling’ Silence- A Flash Fiction

The ‘Telling’ Silence- A Flash Fiction

Tara applied the kohl. She tapped gently the hanging flesh below her eyes, the puffiness was all too evident. Well, I can’t do much about that, she thought to herself as she used her compact to touch upon them. She sifted through her collection of Bindis and took her...