Baby Piano: A 100 Word Story

“I can’t forget how we grew up together and then got separated. And today, it is a coincidence that we could meet.”

“It is indeed.” He gave her a brilliant smile.

“You still smile the same,” she shyly commented.

“And you are still the same.”

They shared a quick kiss which was delayed for years.

“And you remember when you visited me at 1 in the night and tried to hide inside my baby piano when my parents came up hearing your loud voice?”

“Yes. And I remember why I visited you.”

They held hands, past memories flooding their minds.

Copyright- John Nixon

* Written in response of the Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

you dream away, status

you dream away

to a distant land,

shimmering

with a glow

unearthly,

never seen before,

 .

you go prancing around-

letting your feet drown

in the desert sand,

raising your hands

letting them clutch air

and feel its feel

in the end,

 .

sit under a silver tree

crimson fruits hanging,

curb yourself

from sinking your teeth into

the luscious

spheres of poison,

 .

let your skin

absorb the bright

sunbeams,

let it burn

and sigh in relief,

 .

feel the jets of water,

on your palms,

spewing forth from

an unknown source

and grab the golden goblet

out of thin air

and have some water,

end up spilling

some of it

on your cheeks,

 .

hearing the thundering steps

of the giant

still yards away,

yet to arrive,

you do not go hide,

but run around

in no direction,

tired out,

sitting down

on a picnic bench

waiting,

 .

let yourself be grabbed

in those massive hands,

producing

an inaudible sound;

 .

the next moment

that comes to you,

you find yourself

waking up,

finding yourself

in the park,

lying under the ordinary

red maple,

rain droplets falling

over you in a certain rhythm,

a book resting

on your chest,

turned to the last page

now getting soaked;

 .

status:

you are done reading.

 

* Written in response to Wordle 112

Boy’s Day Haiku

kintaro doll up

held in palms of a young boy

mochi in the mouth

.

riding on the bear

stringing the carp in the air

the dragon breathes fire

* Submission for Carpe Diem # 213 Prompt. It is particularly based on the celebration of Boys’ day In Japan. Since I have no knowledge of the festival, I read through the information available along with the declaration of the challenge and the one available on wikipedia and on the basis of that, I have created these two haiku. I apologize in advance if I have mistaken in understanding the essence of the festival in any way.

Seconds before impact- A Very very Short-story

“No!” she shrieked, but there was nothing one could do when the things were set in motion.

“No!” she had closed her eyes, her hands were trembling and her voice was hoarse.

Time lost its meaning for her. 
“One…Two…Three…,” she was silently counting the seconds before impact.

And then, it happened.

She heard a round of applause and bitterly, she opened her eyes.