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A Dish Best Served Cold

"You have no idea how long I've waited for this opportunity," he said, moving closer cautiously, with a smirk on his face. "I've lain sleeplessly on filthy streets, grimy and hungry; all because I knew you were still alive. And now I'm here in front of you," he said brandishing a knife from his back pocket. He raised the knife in the air and brought it down hard, cutting right through the bloodied meat with vehement precision as everyone watched expectantly. He made the best sashimi the judge had ever tasted. This post is a part of Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction prompt. The word this week was "Waiting". Please click on the link to read more stories inspired by this prompt. Submissions Collection

Farewell Letter

Madras 15th August
Dear John,
    I hope this letter finds you in good health. All of us here at the office are well and in high spirits. John, as much as I respected your right to hold an opinion and valued you professionally as my supervisor, your argument that 'Indians are uncultured and incapable of ruling themselves' never found favour with your predominantly Indian staff. Please find attached the new political map of the world (with India as its newest independent nation).
Yours faithfully,
Aaharen Nayakan


PS: We're glad you left.







15th August is India's Independence Day. I got all fired up before writing this one and then realised that 26th January(Republic Day) might be a better day for the letter, but hell with historical accuracies; it's Independence Day!
This letter is a response to Lillie McFerrin's Five Sentence Fiction word MAPS and the photo prompt by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields for 15th August - combined - because I'm lazy. Please do check out th…

Rock Bottom

He spread his hands and felt the wind against his wet face. The soft morning breeze grew faster and faster until it was a gale trying to pull him back by his hair.
    When he had stood on the parapet of the roof, he had known how difficult life was going to be, but he had not imagined how terrifying the prospect of death would be.
    He was plummeting head-first towards the rocky shore. A blood curdling scream escaped him as the surface galloped upwards.
    He shut his eyes tight as he touched the surface. His body was flung back into the air by the bungee rope. He thanked gods of him and others that he had not let his thoughts get the better of him.