This week’s photo prompt is provided by J.S. Brand. Thank you J.S. for our photo prompt!
“ No fair. You know this place like the back of your hand! ”, he complained.
“That’s true only if I’ve seen my hands thirteen times in my life, to be exact. ”, she retorted.
“ You say you’ve planted a tree every time you climbed up here? ”
“And today it’s your turn.”
For the first time, she hesitated. The cold voice in her ear pushed her and just as she had listened for the past thirteen times, she listened.
She gasped as his body fell with a mundane finality. The cold voice steadied her while she planted the fourteenth tree in the grove and walked back.
“I felt a connection with him. It was love – not the pain you gave me. Unfortunately, I have to give to all men, the revenge I served to you”, she screamed at the oldest tree.
Remorse hit her, clouded her eyes and flowed on her cheeks. The leaves rustled and she stumbled upon an overgrown root. The world went dark as she went down on the very steps that had brought her up.
Vanakkam. Vandhanam. Namashkar. Swagatham. Hey there! Thanks for checking out this blog.
In case you haven't realised it yet, my name is Karthik and I love to write. My passion for writing started out way back in third grade (I'd guess I was eight) when I wrote this poem for a class assignment - still one of my favourites ;)
I had always longed to be a writer. Everyone who I knew and knew that I wanted to be a writer encouraged me to start a blog. But I never took the leap, plagued by my self-doubt best phrased as "Do I write good enough?"
This was running around in my head till one fine day, my professor at college made the class create individual blogs as part of a project and I decided I had postponed the blog enough.
* The Blog Of Karthi was born. *
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8 thoughts on “That Escalated Quickly”
Wow! Chilling! Sounds like she killed him and then fell on the steps and died herself. Great story!
Interesting magic going on here. Makes me wonder how this whole curse got started, although I think the story works even better without the details — keep us guessing!
Wow! Chilling! Sounds like she killed him and then fell on the steps and died herself. Great story!
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Thank you 🙂
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Chilling is the word. Great story – she’s a scary woman!
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Thank you Iain for reading and reaching out to me 🙂
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Interesting magic going on here. Makes me wonder how this whole curse got started, although I think the story works even better without the details — keep us guessing!
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I suppose that is one of the wonders of flash fiction. Thank you 🙂
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Good gracious! That was chilling. I don’t know what I expected.
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From your comment, I guess I did do justice to the prompt. Thank you for that 🙂
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