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Thursday, December 30, 2010

3WW CCXXI

Each week, I post three words. You write something using the words.
Then come back and post a link to the contribution with Mr. Linky.
As always, there's no hard-and-fast rule that you have to post on Wednesday.
But I invite everyone to check back often to read and comment on other contributions. This is, after all, a community for writers who clamor for feedback.


Go write something with the following words. Go read. Go comment.

buckle, evade, wedge
'The only next girl in my life will be our daughter'. That was the voice which echoed in her mind when her world was being torn into pieces in front of her eyes. Her friend continued talking over the phone 'You don't lose hope already! We will first talk to this @#%$#....' Meera sank into her chair, she was no longer listening to her friend who broke the news that her husband was having an affair. She shifted her hand towards the table absent mindedly and the framed wedding photograph that was placed at a corner broke with what seemed like a thunder. Meera shook herself and looked down at the tiny pieces of glasses, she caught her reflection on a small wedge of broken glass. 'Do I look ugly?' she asked herself questioningly. 
Her mobile phone flashed a message ' 1 new message HONEY'. She smiled at herself in total disgrace and said 'Honey, @#$%#$'. A colleague passed by her cabin and threw her a friendly smile but she only stared back. And in her mind she said 'All men are assholes!'  She tried to evade the whole male species for the present moment! She picked her mobile and was in half mind to throw it down, to see it break into a 100 pieces mingling with the glass pieces and she pictured her husband dancing over the pile with bloody feet. 'That would be a feast to my eyes' she said to herself.
Her mobile rang again. It was her friend Sheela, 'Meera baby I just heard the news. It's so awful this should happen to you....' her voice irritated Meera. 'Buckle up girls, am going to win the man of my hearts and the only other woman in our life is our daughter.' She banged the phone and wiped a forming tear drop before it spoilt her makeup and stormed the way out to get her man...

8 comments:

  1. Well Done!!!I could sense the strength of the character!! lovely!! :)

    ~happy New Year~

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  2. Liked it indeed!! Well crafted tale.. I liked the positive note in the end..

    And thanks for oyour visit to my page..

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  3. Lalitha: Thank you! Happy new year to you too

    Ramesh Sood: Thanks for the comments...

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  4. Go get him girlfriend :)

    .......dhole

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  5. hey this is excellent! nice story there..
    Is that picture your own creation?
    I hope you enjoyed the conference :)
    Happy new year to you too.. I wish this new year brings you all the success in life..[exams] :)

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