Couples floated across the dance floor, flowing over each other.
Someone said,
“Up close with a stranger. You sure?”
She said,
“I want to learn.”
He smiled.
They were the last couple on the floor. Melting into each other. Then the music stopped. She walked off the floor, leaving him standing.
The lesson was over.
Listen to me put you down.Beg me to make you beg for more.Then call me a bitch for stomping all over your heart. You always get your way.
How ironical is it to watch a movie called ‘The Ugly Truth’…censored? Minus the hot scenes, it feels caricatured, artificial and silly. Hmm, just like real life. So my dear children, here are my lessons for today: The truth isn’t ugly. It’s just bigger than you think. Just like love….
It turns out that May is Short Story Month. So I’m going to try and serve up a Tiny Tale every day through May. Enjoy! ====================================================== Chandran stepped into his hawai chappals, grimacing. Even his slippers were slick with sweat. Nevertheless, he moved to the balcony, hoping the sky would…
Culture is a matter of taste but how about flirting?
The one safety valve on a man who goes with too many women is the fact that there are a that many vindictive/resentful/unsure-about-feeling women to ally with. I’m reminded of a conversation from Fables: The Mean Seasons between Cinderalla, Briar Rose (Sleeping Beauty) and Snow White that goes, We’re like…
The literary world is never boring. And social media is never quiet. Put them together and what have we? My new passion is the NovelRace that Aditya and Samit have organized. Several people, serious writers and others are scribbling away furiously (okay tapping away on their keyboards), to see who…
Great! The idea-smithy is never short of these ideas, eh?
But I guess the someone who asked the question first and the stranger were not the same people. Or did I get it entirely wrong?
Sudipta: Thank you! I hope this blog continues to live up to that image.
‘Someone’ represents the conflict she faces in her own head, which is resolved at the end of the story.
dances in summers…chance meetings…snippets of conversation…charming!
gorgeous and melancholy. why would she walk away, i wonder?
~the girl FKA transience
Illyria: Yipppeee…you’re back! I was checking my mailbox frantically for the promised mail but there wasn’t any! Unfortunately I still can’t access your link.
Salsa with strangers is ripe with possibilities… 😉
eeeekkk! none at all? it wasn’t caught by spam, by some chance? 🙁
okay, i emailed you again. 🙂
@ Illyria: Got the mail. Will check it out…thanks a mil!