Colourful memories

Elicit

Scarlet cheeks at the mention of your name,

Your gray eyes, just like clouds filled with rain.

Dazzling white smile, when you are near,

Without you, black nights filled with fear.

Vibrant blue the color of your shirt that day, and the waves

On the beach, where we walked on the soft brown sand.

The colorless tears that wet my pillow

Just a list of colors, and the emotions they elicit,

Some memories heart warming, some I’d rather never revisit.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

Picture perfect

Ostentatious

As hundreds of people flooded in the wedding hall, everyone was awe-struck by the sublime beauty and the decorations. Cheerful whispers and murmurs, even the poignant music played by the band weren’t enough to drown  out voices in her head.

Dressed in white from head to toe, wearing an intricately designed and quite expensive, wedding gown, hair blow dried, perfect makeup and shoes, Ella was the picture perfect bride, except for the lack of a smile on her lips.

She sat there wondering if she was making the right choice. Her fiance, and now soon to be husband, Edmund had spent an ostentatious amount of money on the ceremony. She should’ve been happy, but she wondered who was it for? Edmund had never really had the time or probably the inclination to really listen to her thoughts or feelings. She wondered if he really loved her after all, or was she just a smart choice for him to settle down with?

The tsunami of doubt, reflection and contemplation had left her absolutely drained. She quietly made her way down to the altar.

She heaved a sigh and realized, Edmund planned an ostentatious ceremony as a show of his financial success in life, and their marriage was going to be filled with ostentatious display of love and marital bliss on her part, after all she couldn’t afford to be the laughing stock of the family, the one cousin who could never find love, no, she couldn’t risk being that person.

The ceremony went on smoothly as Edmund pretended to be modest as people complimented how beautiful everything was, and she pretended to be happy as they wished her a long happy married life.

Perspective

Here is my take on this week’s Three Line Tales challenge

tltweek41

To some the colors of the wall were very quirky and peculiar.

To some, the vibrant colors represented liveliness, cheerfulness, and all things pretty.

For the blind owner, the colors were a way of reassuring himself, that even though the darkness had engulfed him, he could still fill others lives with colors for a little while.

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

 

What lay waiting

This week’s three lines tales entry

tltweek38

The night had an eerie vibe, the sea was furiously splashing against the worn out rocks , the winds were howling, and David was shivering like a fallen leaf due to the cold night air or with fear, he couldn’t say.

He struggled on his way to the door and knocked only to be greeted by the prettiest woman he had ever seen – pale skin, red lips, rosy cheeks, wide charcoal black eyes and a look of innocence, unlike anything he had seen before.

He was dumbfounded but before he could ask for help or say anything, the stranger threw her arms around him and said ” I knew you’d be back! You promised you would come back!” as she dragged him inside to a room where every wall was adorned with paintings – of him.

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

The beginning of forever

This week’s Three Line Tales  prompt and the tale –

tltweek37

 

We met when we were little kids, just a couple of 5-year-olds, giggling, running around holding hands, finding momentary bliss in our sandcastles, building a tiny perfect world under our blanket forts, swinging together under the pale moonlight.

Today as I sit on that swing in your backyard again, watching the pretty flowers, the stark white chairs, waiting patiently for the event to begin, I remember the promise you made to love me forever when we were 18 and blush.

I hear footsteps approaching, dozens of friends and family pour in every year on this date, as I celebrate the day that was supposed to be our wedding day but instead became the day the war took you away from me,forever, by decorating the backyard just the way we had intended it to look.

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

The deserted motel

Three line tales 

tltweek36

 

A strong horrible smell of something rotten hits my nose, as I try to adjust my eyes to the darkness lit solely by the “SERVICE” sign at the front desk.

The night was stormy and this was the sole motel on the deserted road, but I regret entering as soon as I see two creepy red eyes staring at me from the darkness.

I take a step back and stumble, an icy cold hand grips me to prevent my fall, as I see his pale face inches away from me, “Welcome to Hotel Devil’s Lair, I hope you have a long, long, stay here” he whispers.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]

The wait

This week’s story for the Three Lines Tale challenge.

tltweek33

 

Grandma used to sit with a ball of wool, knitting mechanically, every evening on the porch.

Every day around 7.30pm, she would get impatient and start knitting hurriedly, her eyes fixed on the gate until 9pm when she would return inside dejected and go to sleep.

Later I came to know, when grandpa was alive he would always come back home by 7.30pm from work, never late than 9 pm and grandma would always greet him at the gate with a smile.

 

© Sneha P [Rights Reserved]