Old Age Haiku

story of a life

narrated by zig-zag lines

engraving the skin

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remaining silent

words can never speak of it

life at its twilight

P.s.- Written in response of VisDare Challenge. I composed a story earlier, keeping in mind the image of the prompt but forgetting to consider the word.. so I ended up creating a tale with an entirely another theme and I tried but couldn’t include the significance of the word “engraved” into it. So, I have written these two haiku inspiring from the photograph. Again, the second haiku is devoid of the main word or any of its synonymous counterpart. I apologize for that.

Foreigners: A 100 Word Story

copyright – Indira by way of Scott Vanatter

“Riding on a truck is so much fun.”

“It is amazing.”

The truck driver smiled at the two foreigners who had hitchhiked their way on his truck to the next town.

“Where you go in town?” he asked in broken English.

“Just drop us by the main city hall,” echoed the girl speaking out every word in gaps as if talking to a kid. The boy just nodded along with a wide eyed-expression.

“Okay ji.”

It was twilight and the only light source was from the beam of the truck’s headlights. Nobody uttered a single word. The truck raced on.

*My second piece for Friday Fictioneers Writing Prompt.

Hotaru (Firefly) Haiku

shimmering fireflies

into the eyes of  beloved

a passionate love

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old stream of water

soldier returns home from war

black tears, fireflies gone

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midnight moon shines bright

hotaru glows at distance

illumination

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a mid-summer day

young boys trot towards river

waiting for the fire

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waters set on fire

man gazing into his soul

a soundless twilight

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splendor of fireflies

fairy tale coming to life

spectators gather

* Written in response of Carpe Diem # 221

* Won’t be able to post for the next 8 days or so; going to miss the wonderful prompts.