Personal Blog of Dagny Sol, Editor and Author Coach
The Challenge… 55-word microfiction. Themes: Love, Hate, Jealousy, Greed/ Gluttony, Philandering. Love He calls me Ragini. I’m not just an inanimate flute to him. I come to life in his hands. I breathe with his breath and sing to the music in his soul.. matching him… beat for beat, rhythm for rhythm. I desire […]
He shut the door of the car with a muted bang. It was a luminously dark stretch of road. He had a raging hangover and looked like the living dead. For the past endless hour he had been suffering the pangs of sweet sorrow. He was clearly confused by the minor crisis that had hit […]
The spring in his step proclaimed his elation as loudly as a an announcement shouted from roof-tops. Yes… he shouted mutely to himself, hugging a precious thought close. YES… he exulted, his heart brimming over. Yes was the only word he permitted himself. Yet it was not only a word. It was vindication, his future […]
Joe_1964: are you there? Annieloveme: yes.. good evening Joe_1964: good evening I got your message… you wanted to talk..? Annieloveme: Yes… Joe_1964: what happened? Annieloveme: something has to happen before you’ll talk to me…? Joe_1964: come on baby, I didn’t mean it that way…! Annieloveme: I don’t know anything nowadays… you’re like a stranger to […]
The empty train thundered its way onto the platform. He was riding on the steps of the engine cab, as he loved to do. He felt as if it was he bringing in the train for all the people waiting. A seven year old home-less ragamuffin like him bringing a train for all those big […]
The park was nearly empty this early in the morning… but for the girl. She was sleeping on one of the benches. She lay on her back with her face was turned towards the back-rest of the bench. Her long, curly hair was hanging loose over the edge of the bench, the soft curls raveling […]
Mitali threw herself down on the stone slab under her favourite tree in the park. The park was a serene and soothing place. She thought she’ll sit there for a while and let her office seep out of her before going home. She’d had a long and tiring day. She was vaguely surprised to find […]
The phone was ringing and I was in an agony of impatience for him to pick it up. This was typical of me of course, I want everything yesterday. “Hellloooo”, Kakka’s (Father’s brother- Uncle) hoarse voice exploded in my ear. With a start I held the cell away from my ear. “Kakka…?” I asked irrelevantly. […]
Two years ago, polio struck Namrata. By the time her fever broke, her left leg was paralyzed. In the intervening two years, the leg had deformed. She was now confined to a wheelchair for life. They were a family of four. Parents Rahul and Asha, a twenty-year-old son Namit and a thirteen-year-old daughter Namrata. It […]
Continued from The Driver- Part I , The Driver- Part II and The Driver- Part III “Let me tell you my part of the story. Listen, and don’t interrupt”, Prasad said and Amrit nodded. “I am a retired public sector executive. On the night of your accident, I had just arrived from Bombay and was […]