Final Destination

“Mr. Jackson, here is the lime soda that you specially requested”, said the air-hostess smiling. ‘Jackson Hardly’ was sweating…

Falling for Love

(a fiction)

I don’t need to see his body to know that Nicholas would never…

The Candyman

I entered the stadium behind her, watching her self-consciously adjust her hair as she searched for our seats. A woman’s hair was like…

Scip and Squidboy Establish a Reputation

Planet Tau races starless through space, with its own little sunlets to light it. It…

The Polka Dots

Mr. Kumar unlocked the alluring kids’ bedroom. Ceiling painted in turquoise reflected the day sky and glow stickers coruscated like…

A hair breadth escape

He paused before the hair-styling salon. A hubbub of inviting sounds spilled through the swinging doors — people…