Trust

“Trust me.”, he said smiling, spreading his arms. “I’ll catch you.”

Taking in the fresh air with one final deep breath, she stepped off the ledge, smiling down at his angelic face. Wind whipping her face, her smile faltered slightly, then froze as she saw him, still smiling, calmly step aside, and watch her fall.

Check-mate

Wiping her tears, he opened her hand, and placed the white king and the black queen. “To remind us, we’re different, but will always be, on the same board.”

Years later, she held the pieces, tears flowing freely.

He never mentioned, it may be the same board, but the game could never be won, together.

First Impressions

She scowled at the boy alternating between his loud ShahRukh impersonations and checking his hair’s reflection, and thought, “Rowdy twerp”

He raised his eyebrows at the disapproving look from the girl buried in her Ayn Rand and thought, “Pretentious snob.”

Years later, their wedding invite read, “Love was never meant to be, at first sight.”

Heart-broken

The tears ran freely, as she struggled to face reality, stranded alone in the dark street. She still couldn't believe it. After all the trust, loyalty, and time she had invested. To be betrayed suddenly, and so painfully.

With a final heartbroken sob, she let go of her beloved broken heel, and hobbled back home.

The Perfect Marriage

She inhaled sharply, remembering the feel of his touch, their last few fleeting moments of togetherness. A sad smile played on her lips, imagining him on his train at this moment. Instinctively, she reached out and patted her husband comfortingly, who grunted in his sleep and turned over on the bed, next to her.

6 Feet Under

The calm breeze slightly brushed against her black dress, as she pulled the lever, slowly lowering his casket into the ground. A final tear escaped the corner of her eye, as she saw him look up at her from his grave, accusation writ in his eyes, the pulse on his neck beating a steady rhythm.

The Drop

With a final sob, she stepped back from the ledge, shaking her head. This wasn’t the solution to her problems. Running to the elevator, she somehow managed to find the button through her teary vision, and pressing it, stepped in. Her last memory was the blurred 'Under Construction' sign just before she fell thirteen floors.

Ctrl+Alt+Del

She hit the keys gently, then hard, with growing frustration. The screen stayed adamantly grey and locked.

“Damned office laptop!” she screamed, finally switching off the power, letting go of all the unsaved data. Only then did she look up to see her shocked manager staring down at her, seated, by mistake, at his desk.

Adjustment

She exhaled loudly as she felt the obnoxiously large woman standing on her head. She looked up to see the aunty swaying with the metro, looking down at her with contempt, spitting out the words, “Thoda adjust karo!”

The gunshot resounded through the compartment, followed by a loud thud and silence.

“There.” She smiled. “Adjusted.”

Tequila Sunrise

She took a deep breath, hoping to calm her heartbeat down, praying he couldn’t hear it. She smiled. It was all she could do to not show it in her eyes. As she got out of the car, she turned to wave goodbye, and her heart did a somersault.

She saw it in his eyes.

True Blood

She was shocked at all the blood. She stood helplessly, ignored, as the hospital staff ran about frantically trying to curb the bleeding. Finally, silence filled the room, as the last breath escaped the bloody form.

A silent tear rolled down her cheek, as she watched the nurse wheel her body away to the morgue.

Let It Rain

Just when things couldn’t get any worse, she felt the splat of a fat raindrop on her face. Then another. And another.

Turning to run back in, a realization suddenly hit her.

“Here, no one will see.”

And standing there in the rain, she finally let her tears escape, mixing and hiding with nature’s fury.

24 Hours

She woke up, feeling better, more confident, sure that today, she could face this brutal world, alone as she may be.

And then she saw what he wrote.

She went to bed that night, worse than in a long time, knowing she was alone and hurt, and he had never even tried to understand her.

Ok, so 55-Marathon went on a rather sad break. But here's me trying to be back! Enjoy!! :)

The Butt of All Things

“You did the right thing, reporting this behavior.”

She sighed, feeling better after letting all her troubles off her chest. He assured her of the strictest action.

Smiling, he accompanied her to his cabin door.

“Don’t worry, we feel very strongly about sexual harassment.” And with a hand on her buttocks, he guided her out.

Salad Dressing

Looking at the dinner table, she sighed. The unexpected interruption, had completely made her forget about the carrots she had been chopping for their anniversary dinner.

 “Now see how you distracted me, you cheating bastard!”

Picking up the salad bowl, she bent down to pull the knife out of his bloody form on the floor.

Note:

Okay, okay, after being told I'm either smoking something weird or have psychiatric issues, I promise this is the last morbid one. Okay, I don't promise. But I'll try harder to not kill someone in the next one!!! :P

A Matter of Perspective

With a disgusted sigh, she finally managed to twist the rusty door knob and stumble into the house. She looked up at the limp figure dangling from the ceiling fan.

Slowly, she turned around and walked out to join the broker.

“Okay, so maybe the house with the termite problem wasn’t that bad after all.”

The Last Drag

One last drag, she thought as she frantically searched for her pack of smokes before the nurse came back. Finding it, she held the stick between her parched lips, lusting for the impending drag, and flicked the switch on the lighter. Only then did she remember the oxygen tube under her nose.

One last drag.




P.S. So starting today, I'm indulging on a 55-Marathon. A 55-fiction a day. They're addictive and fun to write. So bear with me! ;)

Hide & Seek

Hide and seek. It was their favourite game. He would hide, and she would seek. Over and over, they never tired. He would hide, and she would seek. And they would laugh in ecstatic joy at the end of the game.

Until one day, grinning ear to ear, she decided to hide.

He never sought.

Twist of Fate

He smiled as the last spurt of frantic bubbles escaped her lips and broke the surface. He let go of her now limp body, and stretching up, reached for the towel. The last sound he heard was the flicking of the hairdryer switch, dragged in by him as he slipped and fell into the tub.

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First Love

She entered her new office, impeccably dressed, sharply focused, ready to slog and start the career she had always dreamt of. The cynic had murdered the romantic years ago, and had defined every step leading her to this moment, this interview. The door opened, and she stood up to shake hands with her future husband.

P.S. Ok, so 55-fiction can be a little addictive, and am in no mood for quality control whatsoever :D