#FridayFictioneers – Museum of old, chipped and broken

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Museum of old, chipped and broken

Is this a house or a museum??

What do you mean?

Just look around. It looks everything old, chipped and broken has found their way into our house. There’s this chipped coffee mug!

But I have planted rosemary in it.

And that old wooden crate.

It makes our bio compost.

And the broken pot, why aren’t you showing it the door?

Because it holds my precious roses.

He shook his head in frustration. She thought it was wise to stay mum about her latest find from the junkyard.


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The country had never seen such bitter cold before. The cold had penetrated into his old weary bones.

He saw the golden flames of a fire in the distance and started walking towards it in hope. He might be able to request the people to share their bonfire with him. They wouldn’t refuse an old man.

As he walked further, the flames of the fire kept rising up. What he thought was a bonfire was actually a row of huts on fire. As people howled and ran around with buckets of water, he crouched, drawing warmth.

Funny little turn

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“Where do we go for our annual trip?” Sakina asked excitedly.

“Casablanca,” chimed Afiya as usual.

“Fes,” argued Sakina as usual.

Zahra kept quite as usual. She went wherever her friends decided.

The girls were talking nineteen to dozen while Zahra drove quietly.

Afiya shouted, “We missed the turn to Casablanca, Z.”

Zahra smiled.

“Good, now we can go to Fes instead,” teased Sakina.

After a few hours, “Zahra, we missed Fes too. Where are we going?”

In the evening, the girls, sprawled on the desert sand, were marvelling at the sky full of stars.

Honest Lad


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“Don’t play cricket in the driveway. Something’s bound to break,” shouted Mrs. K at the bunch of kids before leaving for the market.

Who pays heed to an eccentric old woman?

Two hours later, Mrs. K returned to find her screen door covered in duct tape and a note stuck to the door.

Mrs. K,

Sorry for the door. But my mom says duct tape can fix it all. 🙂

S (who was not playing cricket. Honestly)

Little Wish

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Little Wish

“Can I read just one wish?” Rita asked.


“Just a tiny peek!”

“If you read the wish, then God won’t grant it. You should know better, mum,” Thea answered matter-of-factly.

That night, after Thea went to sleep, Rita couldn’t help herself. She had to see what her daughter wrote meticulously each night and put in the mason jar on the dining table.

She opened a yellow one.

“Please send little Theo back.” It read.

Rita opened another one. The same five words. She read all the chits and all had just one wish.


Sunday Outing – #FridayFictioneers

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A creature of habit, he woke up at 6:15 am. A cold shower and a good shave made him look human, as Lily never failed to tell him. Donning his best suit, he combed his hair while whistling a gleeful tune.

Hopping onto his bicycle, he went to the village square and bought a bunch of yellow roses. 35 years, and he had never once failed to get Lily flowers on a Sunday. He met Lily, gave her the flowers and sat beside her for a while.

So what if Lily didn’t talk to him! Her memories still did.

New beginnings #FridayFictioneers

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She delighted in the absence of the shoes. 13 years she had lived with them, seeing them every day parked at the front door, a grim reminder of the hurt, misery and shame of his abandonment. She couldn’t bring herself to throw them.

Many suitors came, but she was wedded to the shoes. Until yesterday, when he decided to show up, all smile and hope. Looking at him, grey and creased, fired an emotion long dead in her. The will to live. She put the shoes in his hands and closed the door on his face.

Guardian Angel

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“I badly need coffee.”

“Let’s go to the tower first. Visiting hours will end soon,” she urged.

They got a panoramic bird’s eye view of the city. But he could only see the people sitting on the road side café and enjoying their coffee.

“Let’s leave,” he said.

They heard a loud explosion and the tower shook. It felt as if the earth had moved from beneath their feet. He looked down where thick clouds of smoke and dust were rising up. He could hear sirens in the distance.

Where did the café go?

Hide and Seek

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Words – 95

“Kids, don’t go far and come before the dusk falls.”

Brother and sister found an abandoned cottage near the woods. The broken roof, smashed window panes and missing door appealed to them. It was an ideal place to play hide and seek.

“You hide, I shall seek,” said brother.

“Are you ready?” He shouted.

No girly voice answered.

“Where are you? Don’t play your silly games with me?”

He went inside the cottage, climbed up the attic but sister was nowhere to be found.

“I had told you not to venture too far.” Mother cried.



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“Can’t you do something other than collecting rocks?” he said.

“They are fossils,” his son argued.

“So basically rocks.” Sonny boy chose not to argue.

“But why go to Thailand?”

“To collect more fossils, dad.”

“I’d rather you didn’t go this time.” He plead.

This conversation took place every time he had to travel overseas for work.

As he opened the box of fossils fedexed by the Paleotology Department, his hands shook and his eyes welled up. On the wall, there was a picture that said –

Jeremiah Williams

14.02.74 – 26.12.2004