Posted by PrachyaReview | Dec 29, 2018 | Poetry |
Breathing Spell Sitting with the cherry Jell-O in front of me, thanking the universe for this food and all the beings who helped provide it, including the plants, the animals and bacteria. Really staring at it, observing how...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Dec 29, 2018 | Story |
For no obvious reason the air of the room was heavy. They kept on staring the television. Lights were turned off. Both of them, snuggled in each other’s arms, stared at the screen. Time and again, he would tickle her belly,...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Dec 29, 2018 | Story |
My mother used to tell me that I was born after a lot of prayers. She never thought she would have a child but when she was in utter despair and the least hopeful, she conceived. She believed that I was a reward, and a gift to...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Dec 29, 2018 | Flash Fiction |
“You know those days when you get the mean reds?’ ‘The mean reds, you mean like the blues?’ ‘No. The blues are because you’re getting fat and maybe it’s been raining too long, you’re...
Read MorePosted by PrachyaReview | Dec 29, 2018 | Flash Fiction |
I bought a cigarette. I lit it with the lighter you gave me. You told me it would stop me from smoking anymore. You told me I would remember that you had wanted me to stop. Why did you say that? Why did you give me that lighter?...
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