She took the towel he offered. And then his hand. White gown, still pristine in colour, if not form. He watched her peel it off, lace clinging to her curves. Trim the hem, she told him, it trips. And she tossed it to him as she wen to call the bride.
Damn Titanic-themed weddings!
This week on BlogAdda, I talk about how to make your blog stickier i.e. – how to keep your readers glued to your blog for longer. Content is king as far as I’m concerned, so why not bring the king out to meet his public more often? (Read the whole…
Her monotone, drained of exasperation, drawled I can’t handle this anymore. I think we should stop talking. No more games. A week later, much tempted, she thought I didn’t say I wouldn’t call him though, did I? Then she sighed and reminded herself that word solitaire was a game too.
I had an idea for a non-fiction piece when I realised today’s A2ZChallenge prompt ‘C’ would carry a story version well, if I said it stood for City.
Phone in hand, she dials with her thumb. It is a number that has traveled from a dog-eared phone diary, to an organizer, several internet address books, an online contacts list and a couple of mobile phones. As the number dials, she thinks back to the last time they spoke,…
Life with youis like being on a merry-go-round, she says.But, he asks, did you see the view?Yes, she says, on our next upswing.
The week What a week! she wincedEvery morning waking up with a bad headacheA foul taste in her mouth and the most unpleasant feeling of all…That the world was just the way she had left it the previous nightImproved not a whit, insurmountable problems waiting to plague her againNo respite….
