I feel happy to announce that flash fiction of mine is published at Gobblers/Masticadores//Editores: Manuela Timofte/J re Crivello.
I feel blessed so thank Mr.J re Crivello, Director and founder of Gobblers/Masticadores and his team.
Here is my first flash fiction.
Paw Prints….#Flash fiction
One morning our school manager Fr. Custodio Almeida came and gave us the shocking news. He showed us some photos. Those photos were of a wild animal’s paw prints.
He said,” people close to him showed a tiger’s paw prints near the parking lot area and so…..
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All airline pilots have had extensive training and flying experience so I had my training and flew for the first time in a private aircraft from Delhi to Mumbai.
Delhi was smoggy. Clouds seemed like smog mountains. So I tried to contact airport authorities about my flight and compass but I couldn’t contact them.
As I was in trouble, my brain stopped working. I had lost my way in smog but had a strong desire to meet my husband and family. That’s why I cancelled my flight and flew back to Delhi. It was a horrific and scary experience.
One day we all friends planned to hang out at midnight. I waited till everyone in the house went to sleep and then left the house.
Out of excitement I left the keys to the door. As I was going out without informing anyone in the house, I pushed my bike a little distance and then drove away.
We had planned to meet under the bridge atmidnight, but after covering some distance, I realized my mistake of forgetting the keys to the door and so I went back.
Now in a panic I drove my bike straight to the main door. On hearing the sound of my bike Dad woke up and came to the window to check and I was caught. Our plan of hanging out and having fun flopped because of those keys.
I was invited for the Film Festival and my film “Bejababdar” was selected. It was a superhit regional short film. I did not have the confidence to communicate in English so I sat in one corner.
Suddenly, the anchor mentioned the names of Best Films and Best Actresses. He called the film “Bejababdar” ” irresponsible” and my name “Garland of Diamonds” instead of “Ratnamala”.
He spoke in English so even though my film and I were selected, I remained silent and seated. When everyone looked at me and began clapping, I realized that my selection was due to my “irresponsibility”.
“Boo …. boo, today I saw a weird funeral,” said Rose.
“Strange! You don’t know what a funeral is. Have you not been to anyone’s funeral ever? Isn’t anyone dead in your house? Johnny asked Rose
“No, how can I tell you now?” Said Rose
“Now, tell me in a simple and straightforward language, “said Johnny
“Look, when we die ,the mass is offered to our souls and bodies are burried, but what I saw today was a funeral and the man had come to the cemetery with his foot. He brought his foot with ten to twelve people and buried it in the cemetery.” Rose told to Johnny
“Wasn’t this your latest dream today?” questioned Johnny
“No, not a dream, I saw it.” said Rose.
Johnny said ironically,” and the Priest would have offered Mass.”
“No, boo … I dream but it was a reality. ” Rose said
“OK, now tell me in which cemetery you see and why did you go there?” Johnny asked Rose
“There is a church right in front of our school and there is a cemetery on the right side and that cemetery is visible from our staff room. I was looking out of the window during the free period and suddenly, these ten-twelve people came with a very small coffin. When I saw that coffin, I thought it must have been a little child, and I called our peon, Philip and asked him,”did someone’s child die today?”
He smiled ironically and said, “This is the work of a rich man, Fidalgo. Fidalgo’s leg was amputated for some reason ….The funeral of his own foot is going on .”
“I was shocked to hear about the funeral of our body parts.” Rose told Johnny.
Then the peon jokingly added, “Teacher, we see headless ghosts in the movie, walking on the wall, facing differently, blooded and so on. Now we will see only the foot and not the ghost.”
I said, “Philip, his soul is alive, not dead, only his leg is dead, so how can that be a ghost?” and I imagined ghosts, only walking on foot. Thoughts began to come to my mind ,” Do Ibelieve in ghosts?”
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