tiny tale #53: Bumper to bumper!

Google Maps casually alerted her that the usual 15 min ride to work would now be much longer, all thanks to the damn traffic. She took a look at the gridlock that showed no sign of resolving any time soon. Good thing she rode a bicycle to work. The cycle lane wasn't so congested! (280 … Continue reading tiny tale #53: Bumper to bumper!

tiny tale #51: The light at the end of the tunnel

Below them, the rushing floodwaters raged and roared, leaving a muddy, crumbling mess in its wake. Stunned into silence, they watched helplessly as the water level continued to rise. They were trapped. "Look, look! It's a chopper!" The tired, trembling crowd heaved a collective sigh. (280 characters) Author's Note: On a personal note, this story … Continue reading tiny tale #51: The light at the end of the tunnel

tiny tale #50: A stroll down memory lane…

He had always had a thing for film cameras. He was immune to all the charms of the digital age. He bought film rolls by the dozen. He claimed that his Kodak camera rarely (read: never) let him down. His love of photography was the only thing that was untouched by his Alzheimer's. (280 characters) … Continue reading tiny tale #50: A stroll down memory lane…

tiny tale #49: Hearts and Stars…

Sarah ignored her arthritis and soldiered on. It was her granddaughter Mia's birthday. Mia loved the cookies. Sarah couldn't wait to surprise Mia! Unknown to Sarah, Mia's heartbeat grew steady again. The doctors heaved a sigh of relief. Mia's heart had finally settled in its new body. (279 characters) This post was written in response … Continue reading tiny tale #49: Hearts and Stars…

tiny tale #48: Holed up

Earthlings used to worship me. Over the years, worship morphed into exploitation and contamination. I used to flow about in abundance, clear as the blue sky. Now I'm reduced to hiding in the deepest, darkest pits to save myself. I used to be called water, Now they call me liquid gold. (280 characters) This post … Continue reading tiny tale #48: Holed up