Fiction Pies

Crimson Burn

Posted on June 23, 2022June 23, 2022 by Deepa

Crimson Burn I feel the sweat trickling off my back. Drip, drip, drip. The cruel sun has set, but there is still a good amount of daylight and the wretched

De-coding the generations

Posted on June 8, 2022June 8, 2022 by Deepa

My eyebrows scrunch together, a sign of being bothered. Meera, my wife who has put up with me for 48 years of our marriage, shushes me instantly. “Let it be,

You Were the Needle In The Haystack

Posted on May 18, 2022May 18, 2022 by Deepa

The first time I saw you, you were a shimmer in blue. A blur that sped past me and blended into the throng of people at the procession. I looked

Z: Zeitoun (2022 A-Z)

Posted on April 30, 2022May 5, 2022 by Deepa

Zeitoun Looking out the window, I see debris – pieces of furniture, vehicle scrap, electronic items. Finally, Hurricane Katrina has passed leaving behind an unimaginable trail of destruction in its

Y: The Yellow Wallpaper (2022 A-Z)

Posted on April 29, 2022May 5, 2022 by Deepa

The Yellow Wallpaper I lie awake, unmoving, terrified. I know she’s watching me from within the wall, I can see the tilt of her head, the searing gaze that holds

X: Operation X (2022 A-Z)

Posted on April 28, 2022May 5, 2022 by Deepa

Operation X “Baba, is something going on near the riverfront?” “Hmm.” “They making drugs?” “No.” “They look suspicious.” “Let it be. We get good money to supply them food.” ***

2022 A-Z: The Complete Works

Posted on April 27, 2022May 5, 2022 by Deepa

Initiated in 2010, every year in April, the Blogging A-Z Challenge kicks off with a bang. Bloggers around the world come together to post 26 alphabet themed posts – one

W: We need to talk about Kevin (2022 A-Z)

Posted on April 27, 2022May 11, 2022 by Deepa

We need to talk about Kevin “Kayla,” she says, I sense the tension before she even speaks, “there’s been a shooting. At the school.” My worst nightmare comes true. I

V: Vanished (2022 A-Z)

Posted on April 26, 2022May 11, 2022 by Deepa

Vanished “They ain’t allowed to let him go off with any stranger. Please find him, bring him back,” Mrs. Nair sniffles, fresh tears flowing again. Mr. Nair puts a hand