A lie less ordinary

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He could still hear his father’s words: ‘You’ll never be special…just get a job. No son of mine is ever going to be a dancer.’ 

But, every night, after turning off the gaudy neon light at the family store, he would dance away his mundane day; this was his secret.

He smiled as he flowed into a perfect arabesque; there was nothing special about the three-day-old turkey either, but that too was a secret.

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Lens of life

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It watched quietly as the people smiled, like so many had before them.

The faces would change through the years, and those that remembered them would fade away too.

But, it would carry their memories within itself forever.


Faded yellows and frayed edges.

Fragments of paper that had aged beyond repair.

Showing faces that would be young forever, laughing in colours that only they could see.


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The Midas Touch?

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The sidewalk was bustling as the mass of humanity surged about its day.

She looked up through the ‘people’ trees to catch a glimpse of the sky.

She heard it had once been blue, and that the stars shone at night; but, mankind had painted it gold with their greed a long, long time ago.

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The joy around us

Against the grey rain
diamond drops dance and gleam
on red hibiscus blooms

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I smile as you sleep
The rise and fall of your chest
My peace and comfort

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It was obvious that something had changed. The hushed phone calls, the receipt for her favourite lilies that she never got. She even caught him smiling to himself when he thought she wasn’t looking.

Through the week, he seemed to get increasingly distant. His replies were monosyllabic, and he would not look her in the eye.

He was never very good at keeping  a secret, she thought to herself. As she turned the key in the lock that night, she had made up her mind to confront him.

She followed the glow of the candle light to where he was waiting by the table. The air was fragrant with lilies. He had even hired a chef to recreate their dinner from the night he proposed 10 years ago.

“Happy Anniversary,” he said, with smile on his face.

It was obvious from hers that she had forgotten.

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Two haiku and a short story inspired by the Daily Prompt Obvious

Tiny tales

She stirred slightly as the cold began to spread across her body.

“Soon, soon…it will all be over soon,” the figure in white said, as her world started spinning and she felt herself being pulled towards the light.

Suddenly, over the drone of indiscernible voices, she heard someone say: “Congratulations…it’s a girl.”







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