Fiction · Little stories

Arsee’s little stories 19

A witch, she had seen her in the wee hours. She packed her bags and went to her mother’s, “buy a new house or we are done!” Left without a choice, he sold the wretched one and bought a new witchless one. She seemed pleased, “Shall come by the morning flight!” She chirped. He was about to turn in when the doorbell rang! “Surprise! Took the evening flight!” He hugged her tight. They kissed. They made love. They slept in each others arms. At dawn the doorbell rang, there she was again “Welcome me home darling”….’.

-Arsee.

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Fiction · Little stories

Arsee’s little stories 18

It was him again. Six days in a row. Classical stalking. Just two months post my heart transplant and the stress was not good for me. I was beginning to dread going home from work. Should go to the cops but I had nothing on him. There was only one way, confront! On a rain washed lonely street I turned on him suddenly. It caught him by surprise. “You won’t scare me. I am made of sterner stuff.” I hissed. “Not trying to scare. Only want to talk.” He raised his hands up in surrender. I only glared back. “I loved her very much, you have her heart, would you tell me if it has a message for me… ever?”…..

-Arsee.

Fiction · Little stories

Arsee’s little stories 17

It was a gale, the grass swayed to the music of the wind. The soldiers held their spears and shields with much ado. The king stepped out of the tent, his two sons and their horses ready for the test. “Capability has nothing to do with age.” The king’s voice was gruff. “The one who wins this race shall be king. To the barracks then but listen carefully. The one whose horse comes last shall win.” Everyone stood stunned. The two sons confused. What kind of a race was that? Then the younger brother ran to the elder’s horse. Quickly astride and galloped away. The king smiled…

-Arsee.

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Arsee’s little stories 16

It was pointless denying the affair. She had read the text messages, the emails, traced the phone number and he knew it was a long time coming. Yet, that morbid conversation had to be had. The screaming and shouting had been done. They sat at opposite ends of the room emotionally exhausted, silent. The sound of a distant night cricket, the drops of water leaking from the air conditioner and a breaking marriage made for a strange rhythm. Finally he said, “Lets face it, this marriage died a long while back”. She looked him in the eye, “Honestly, when you did what you did, was there no guilt at all?” He shook his head, “No, none at all.” She smiled a sad smile; “Then It’s not the marriage it’s the human being in you that died a long while back.” The night cricket suddenly went quiet…

-Arsee.

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Arsee’s little stories 15

Perched on his throne, the biggest ever diamond lying next to him almost carelessly. Such a long journey he thought looking at the beautifully carved chandelier. From a king without a kingdom he was now the emperor of the largest piece of land. Yet, something troubled him. His dream of a dynasty was here and yet he did not have a name for it. He was still a lowly nomad sitting on the throne. His courtiers had several suggestions for him but none grand enough. Then his eyes fell on the hate letter from the King of Persia wishing him ill and calling him a lowly Mongol. And there it was! In the insult was the gift of the name! He smiled. He had found the grand name! The Persian name for Mongol, that is what he would call his dynasty, The Moghul.

-Arsee.

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Arsee’s little stories 14 Part of a whole or In scattered parts?

All those intergalactic missions had paid off; there was life on another planet! It was an honor for him to lead the delegation sent to meet with the alien race. An intergalactic diplomatic mission! From the winders the planet looked just like home, blue and lush green. The pilot made a smooth landing on the designated patch. Seat unbuckled. Gates open. He came forth in the light of a yellow Sun and saw the alien delegation in front of him. They seemed much taller than him, a strange kind of skin. The Alien leader came forth and said something to the interpreter robot that in turn said to me, “He says his name is Barack Obama and he is the leader of a very important country.” What a strange name, Obama. But stranger still what the hell was a country…

-Arsee.

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Arsee’s little stories 13 Premiere Night

Premiere Night! His Rolls Royce Phantom rolled to stop at the red carpet. He alighted in all his charm. The crowd went hysterical. He waved. They screamed. Shutterbugs went berserk. His wife held his hand, proud of him. Then he looked at the frenzied crowd across the street held back by the police and his smile gave way to an entranced stillness. She noticed it, “Hey! People are waiting. Lets go Superstar!” He was transfixed. “What’s the matter?” She asked. “Do you remember us, across the street, like this crowd now? Dreaming of being Stars one day?” He whispered. “Yes… but that was fifteen years back!” She said. He looked at her lovingly, “It took us fifteen years to cross a damn street, huh?” She hugged him tight, very tight.

-Arsee.