My Ramblings

His actions all felt rather meaningless now. But they were her some of the best memories. It was afternoon now. She had started packing in morning when he left for office. But these memories were keeping her tied up. "Hey, did you really think you could run on one foot in those thickets. Really? You didn't let me stay here. Pull another stunt and I am going to be here twenty-four seven. You entertain all those bugs from my office then", all she could see was the crinkle between his nose and his cheek. She knew he meant every word. The wind batted against her eyelids and she was back to ruffling those keys in the glass bowl. She kept wondering if she really needed to put her set back. "Honey, I lost them again. I may have dropped them in my office but the chances of CCD are equally good", she was shameless. This was the third time in 4 months. "Look at the present I got you. It has been in my drawer for a week now. True surprise! You get anothe...

She thought dark was bad. Although she was merely conforming to popular opinion, she wanted to belong. But, in seclusion, she would be most comfortable at nights. She could really know her neighbours. Never did she pry but like always dark gave people liberty to come out and do what they thought would be obscured from others. She knew the slithers, whispers, susurrations . She knew when the doors slid, she knew how the dowel pins clinked. "The roommate didn't see anything? Crazy millennials!", the officer retorted. But she knew Amy was not home. An eavesdropping Emma scoffed at the sleuth. ____________________________________ The prompt is word "Dark" with word limit of 100 words at TSN.

They revived her after the palpitation, shaking, perspiration. All were symptoms of withdrawal. They gave her another dose. May be so she can tell who made her a drug mule. Or may be to avoid human-rights suit in case she died. She was swaying, although her mind was getting clearer as much as it could. Her head was thumping but someone may have been slapping her, butting her. Yet she was high. So happy! “Tell me why and your sentence is reduced”, a voice made way to her ears. “To survive. What do you think?”, smiling at her empty palms. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ The prompt is word "MULE" and word limit is 100 at  TSN .