Tag: Flash Fiction

Flash Fiction: Inconspicuous. “What’s Real?”

In the still frame of reflections, time inconspicuous. Summer stories bright as daylight reframed winter tales of freezing cold.

“What’s real?” She evaluated the images on window pane.

“Moving clouds and your absence.” The rest an illusion of proximity just like Him.

Deeya Nambiar

Last year, mid-September, I had seeds from a neatly scooped bell pepper.

The amateur gardener in me, ensured the seeds were buried deep in the nearest pot that was once a home of a spring onion.

The size of the pot was no match for the number of seeds; and the mud was a poor version of its original self which had obviously seen better days.

However, I had been sincere to my duties of watering the pot.

This year, March-end, I am counting tiny bell peppers in the jungle of plants, standing strong through the moody weather.

“I guess plants adjust better to circumstances than us.” I murmured.

“Where there is love, life blooms.” He said thoughtfully.

The bottle that transformed into a vase had no flowers to brighten the mood.

Sunlight streamed through the windows and filled its emptiness.

“Live in the moment.”

* A flash fiction or a short poem? I am still wondering. I let my imagination take the route inspired by the photo.