The Incident

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Car Diving

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It took a while for her to realize what was happening around her. The last thing Rema remembered is getting into the car and starting the engine. She was to pick up her daughter from her piano lessons. It was a 15 minute drive to the institute and was something that she always looked forward to doing.

 

Now she sat covered in a blanket wet to her bones being questioned by the police. A lady inspector was asking her if she was alright? Was she? She didn’t know what was happening. She doesn’t remember how she got there. How is she to answer a question like that? She sat there staring at the Inspector.

 

Inspector Jeena was looking over towards the other side of the lake. There on a stretcher was the body of an unidentified man. It wasn’t a gruesome scene at all. But she didn’t want the lady driver to see that scene as yet. She turned Rema to face the other direction and was trying to ask her a few questions. It looked like she was in a state of shock. Which is obvious after being pulled out of the lake after the car ran into it. Rema was plain lucky that she managed to get out the car. A passerby had rescued her and brought her to shore. The lake wasn’t a very deep one.

 

Now when the men were pulling out the car using a crane, Inspector Jeena could see that the windows were open. That is how Rema managed to surface. But why didn’t the man surface in time too, she thought. The post mortem is going to reveal the truth soon, thought she. Until then, it is best to keep all this from Rema. Not knowing what happened, a state of temporary amnesia is quite common in such accidents. This case will take some time to solve. There goes the fun Christmas holiday weekend with her daughter, she thought, as she nodded her head to inform the people to carry the body to the morgue for post mortem.

 

There was another ambulance ready to take Rema to the hospital. Jenna walked her to the ambulance, laid her down on the stretcher and got in with the nurses. She normally goes in the police jeep, but this time she somehow wanted to accompany Rema in the ambulance. Rema was holding on to Jeena’s hand tightly all along, but her eyes were now fixed on the van ceiling. Almost like as if she was in a trance.

 

To be continued……

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Laced with Revenge

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Laced With Revenge

Laced With Revenge

She looked around to see if anyone recognized her. Her presence was a threat to a few in the room and she had come disguised as a waiter. Her moustache was the Hercule Poirot kind. Within minutes of entering the room, she spotted him. She walked towards him, handed him the drink laced with cyanide.

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Every person seemed like a threat to him. The guilt of what he had done had been haunting him for months now. It wasn’t his idea to ruin that girl’s life. He was heavily under the influence of his friends and drugs. The company he had kept was bad. He at least feared his fate.

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They were five in all. And five glasses were found as the source of the poison. Every glass with a different variety. Each of the five boys died clutching their neck and screaming out help! No one could help. Just like no one came to help her when her innocence was being crushed under them.
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Written for the Festival of Words 3 Day 6 @ Write Tribe : 55 Fiction on Friday
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The Woman

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Jeevan wasn’t aware that he had invited someone home this weekend. His cleaning maid, who had the house key, must have let whoever it was in the kitchen, into the house. He came out of his room and stretched himself wondering why the decor of his apartment looked different this morning.

The smell of the waffles and the humming of “Lat Lag Gayee” pulled him towards the kitchen , where he noticed the back of the woman who was placing the waffles onto a plate and pouring some syrup over it. When she turned, he saw, to his horror, that her face was covered with blood and one eye was popping out and was hanging on her cheek! He stood rooted to the ground in a state of shock.

Just then, he heard loud noises behind him and turned around to face all of his friends and family entering his apartment and wishing him a “Happy Birthday”. He turned around back towards the kitchen, but it was empty!

All through the cake cutting and the brunch that followed, Jeevan wondered why the face of the woman, he thought he saw, looked so familiar.

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Written for the Festival Of Words 3 – Day 1Write Tribe : Write a  9 Sentence Fiction today.

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FOW @ Write Tribe

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Are you interesting in Writing? Are you interested in testing your ability to write for a challenge?

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Luck in Failure

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Gossip

If you are sad, show it. If you are mad, feel it. If you have something to say, say it. Never hide behind facades of false bravado. Life is indeed a boon even though it might not feel like that at all times. It is ok to be not contented with what has been handed to you. It is ok to be mad at the world. But laughing at someone else’s expense, really?

Finding pleasure in his/her failure is a sign of weakness. S/he’s the lucky one. S/he failed. It means S/he at least tried!

Written for 100 words on Saturday at Write Tribe

And the Prompt is s/he’s the lucky one

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Curiosity

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Curiosity

She sat her son on a chair next to mine with a nod as if to say that he was my responsibility till she finishes placing her order. This happens often now. This place is where I relax before I return home to the mess my life has become.

There I was, happily minding my own business and enjoying my cup of coffee one day , when a neighbour walks into the coffee shop. Her son could not curb his curiosity. It was me who used a wet wipe to clean his fingers. He has been my best friend since then.

Written for 100 words on Saturday on Write Tribe. This lovely picture prompt comes via Vidya Sury

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