These are ‘55’ words micro fiction written by me during a creative collaboration contest in Sulekha.

LOVE
It was after months that they were having this rapturous rendezvous. They couldn’t control any longer and disappeared behind the green cover of bamboos, which offered camouflage,   to quench their lust. It was then she sensed a tremor and noticed a man videotaping them.  “Get lost idiot! We too need privacy”, the lady parrot hollered.

JEALOUSY
She was younger, taller, smarter and prettier. She was everything that I longed to be but could not. I repeatedly downplayed her but she emerged more confident with a strange vengeance. Gradually my husband started getting closer to her. That is when I regretted for the first time the creation of her – our daughter.

HATRED
She opened the mail box with a sigh.

26th January…Dying to see you!

Click! Delete

8th March…Forever yours!

Click!

4th April…My Sweetie

Click! And she moved on, gliding the cursor over each subject line, pressing DELETE.

Red eyes aching. Pale lines vanishing.

She paused. A photo!  His rapturous embrace….

Click! Click! Click! Click!
Delete Account.

GREED
As a prolific blogger, her blogs always topped in the most commented section in Sulekha . She had just completed her 500th blog. After her incessant persuasion to be bloggers, we joined Sulekha and sought her advice to begin blogging.  She politely said, ‘Do blog to your heart’s content, but comment only on mine.

PHILANDERING
Where is the belly ring I bought you? John asked
Mary fumbled.
John took out the ring with “MJ” inscribed on it from his pocket.
Mary gasped. “Where did you find this dear”?
“I got it from Sophie’s” , John quipped. “Edward had gone there straight from here “
Both stared in long silence

Remarks:
All creation is a process of destruction. There is one which I feel can be classified into the off grade category. I post it below
HATRED-2
He was dying.
I softly said, “I had long waited to be near you’.
His eyes flashed open  and fumed liked a volcano
I sensed the eruption of hatred from his eyes and his gasping, convulsive mouth.
Smilingly, I poured a spoonful of water into his mouth.
He swallowed the liquefied hatred and passed away.

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