Sunday, April 28, 2013

Clasp (Prompt Fiction)

Found on google images. I own nothing.

PROMPT FICTION 


I fumbled with the clasp on the worn sweater. Warmth seeped in from the slightly linty knit as I sucked in a breath and tried to keep it together even as I knew I was falling apart. There was some little bit of whatever that wasn't sorted just yet and I didn't know what would come next.

I didn't really want to know.

She was gone.

I would miss her.

We would all miss her.

And yet, somehow, the only thing that anchored me in the moment was one of her old sweaters. A three-quarters sleeve specimen with a tarnished gold clasp and a few snags in the bottom of the loose magenta knit. It was a pretty sweater, maybe, back when it was new.

She was a pretty person, maybe, back before her heart had fallen through. But what did I know? I wasn’t really someone special to her, I was just there. Sometimes. Not all the time, but there. Still. A shadow. Someone who knew where the light came through.

I did respect her. No matter what they had all said and done, she was just like me. Just like us.

Another human being.

She deserved better.

Just like the rest of us.

I would never forget. Ever.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Thursday, April 4, 2013

Song of the Day (Camp NaNo : Day 4) April 2013

My current song of the day while on day 4 of Camp NaNoWrimo, the April edition in 2013.

I love her voice and the lyrics are just awesome. Enjoy!

Whoops, I forgot the link. Smart me. ;) Here we go!

Emeli Sande - Next To Me

It's on youtube, the link will take you directly to the lyric video. 

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Bagel (Prompt Fiction)

found on google images. I own nothing. 

PROMPT FICTION SNIPPET


“A bagel?” Steve opened the paper back, staring at the freshly toasted specimen. “You brought me a bagel?” His glasses fogged over with the faint warmth still radiating from it.

“What were you expecting, a donut?” Riley rolled her eyes.  Her long, ink-stained fingers were wrapped around an insulated paper cup, bearing a sticker proclaiming the complicated procedures required to integrate the listed ingredients into her favored beverage. “Seriously…I can't believe you! It doesn't bite.” She huffed. "Men!"

“Hey!” He pushed the bagel up through the paper envelope and began to sniff at the golden crust. It was exactly the same golden color as his plaid button-up. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Exactly what I said.” She perked a brow, face twisting into an expression that did not translate at all on her, sharp, angular features. “What are you doing?”

“Figuring out what kind of cream cheese-”

“Original. Regular. Full-fat. Whatever you want to call it. Sheesh. For crying out loud, Steve. I just bought you a bagel. I should’ve eaten it myself. I was being nice.”

“You didn’t have to.”

His girlfriend stared at him for a full minute and then she reached over, yanked the bagel from his surprised fingers and took an overly large bite out of the snack. She chewed vigorously for a moment and swallowed, then took another bite and handed it back. “There. See? No poison. No weird anything. I’m alive. I’m fine.” She swallowed with a wince. “And except for the fact that I don’t particularly care for plain bagels, I’m fine. Happy?”

Steve flashed a hesitant smile, taking a careful nibble of the returned bagel. “It’s very good.” He said, after a moment. “and you didn’t really have to do that. I don’t expect you to try and poison me. It’d be too obvious.”

Riley made a strangled sound in her throat. “I’ll kill you.” She groaned, eyes rolling heavenward. “I swear, I will kill you.”

He smiled, softly. “I’ll be waiting.”

He didn’t protest when she pushed him off the park bench.

(c) Sara Harricharan

Monday, April 1, 2013

Drabble : Plague

I've decided that my little flash fiction snippets sometimes require more brain power than I can sufficiently spare. So, for the moment, I am dubbing them "drabbles" and sticking them over here. :) Cheers and happy first day of Camp Nanowrimo!

DRABLE : PLAGUE


What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, said the mind to the heart. If you love him as much as you claim, then lie down and die.

What makes you stronger isn’t always what kills you, replied the heart to the mind. It is because I love him that I can lie down and die–in peace.

The plague listened to this age-old argument with the whisper of Death upon his lips. He halted then, unsure of whether he ought to deliver the curse he’d brought. It was one thing to succeed in offing the mind, ripping through the heart and leaving life to bleed out to nothing.

But when the heart and mind combined their efforts, there was the unmistakable power of an invincible soul.

(c) Sara Harricharan