ONE!

This evening I took down the mobile which used to be suspended over my child’s crib.  

 

It left me overwhelmed. 

Tiny’s grown from needing help with turning to just stretching those little fingers up high while she is solidly on her feet to give those swinging toys (who would yell for their lives if only they could) some vigorous exercise…

Even though tonight’s the end of the period during which she’s been “zero” – tomorrow she’ll be one – I still find I’ve moments like these, those of utter disbelief time’s flowing by so very quickly.

Sigh…

Time. Slow down! Slow down?

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The prompt for the 100 word challenge on Thin Spiral Notebook this week was to write 100 words without using the letter A. An absolutely brilliant prompt! Go check out the other posts here.

Click Click Clack

Click click clack
Go the keys on my keyboard
Changing the white landscape
Staining it black
Click click clack
Words turn into lines
Trying to make sense
Of images in my mind.
They’re all parts of me
That I’ve click click and clacked
I’ve put myself out there,
Do you see that?
Do you see me,
In the words that you’ve read?
Disjointed, yet flowing
These thoughts in my head?
Click click clack
It grows more intense,
With every word
Line and sentence.
Do you see me?
I must ask again,
Or does my keyboard
Click click clack
In vain?

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Written for 100 words hosted by Tara at Thin Spiral Notebook. The prompt was “paper“. This was my take. Do check out the other posts. 

Perfect

They were madly in love.

So, when he dropped subtle hints about things he wanted her to do differently, she made changes without batting an eyelash. She became exactly what he desired, and the changes? Minor adjustments in their relationship.

But, he still walked out on her. Leaving her sobbing on her doorstep. He said he was unhappy. That she was so perfect, she had unfortunately become quite boring. His words, uttered so callously, were daggers in her heart for she was now in a peculiar predicament. 

She had successfully become Ms. Perfect, but she was no longer Ms. Right…

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Written for 100 words hosted at Thin Spiral Notebook. The prompt was “peculiar“. Check it out!

The Innocent

They came out to join her as she waited, hands on her tense shoulders. It’d been ages since she’d been allowed to meet him. Today they’d finally given in to her pleas.

When she saw him coming, she ran to him sobbing, “Dada!!! I miss you so much!” He swallowed hard, holding her tight in arms that were ordinary except for a band of lighter coloured skin on one finger. There once was a ring there; matching one the woman at the door used to wear.

Looking upwards, bitterly he asked, “Why, God, are the innocent always the hardest hit?”

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Written for Indispire – 68 hosted on Indiblogger.in – “Do you have questions for God?” #QuestionsForGod