much ado about nothing

The man in front of her cowered. Literally. When she visualized the word ‘cower’ she could see a person shaking, bowed head, on his knees, hands clasped in front, the body bent over with the burden of fear. This was the exact picture presented to her right now. But then, it was to be a More >

Eons ago, while people were still wondering about whether the world was indeed a world, or just a stage… things happened for a Reason.
They happened because someone Wrote them down.
Someone had the inclination and concern enough to observe events closely enough (or just think them up)…and then take the pain to sit down and Write More >

A thought. A word. A twinge. A smile. A shake. He went through them all, sitting outside in the afternoon sun. The sun beat down on him, but not hard. It was the changing seasons that were causing this.
A mild sun, golden-green trees, and a slightly chilled wind. Not uncomfortable. He sipped the coffee, wincing More >

Standing there, waiting. The time ticked by. An eternity. Forever.
A movement. Lights were coming on.
Shadows surrounded him, the spot he was in was shielded even in the scorching sun. The merest shadow of a smile crossed his face.
It would soon be time.
Flashes.
The final rays of the sun illuminated the space nearby. His position was perfect, More >

‘Romeo O Romeo…’ formed the beginning of one of the most eloquent passages in English literature. Sadly, the world would never know his own thoughts. She was after all the reason this had happened to him. The rapidly spreading splotch of blood, the weak knees, the dizziness, the fact that he was lolling on the More >

In which a day was a year and a year was a day. So that seasons changed soon. It was spring in the morning, rain at night and snow in between. But this made him start thinking: did the beings inhabiting this place call it a day or a year? Did they have birthdays every More >

He looked about him in wide-eyed wonder. It was very unlike his normal environs; so unlike, that to use the term “different” would be very hackneyed, not to mention inadequate. He tried pinching himself to see if he was in a dream. He found he couldn’t. He didn’t feel the pinch at all. ‘That’s it, More >

A step. Another. Hands extended to hold.
Sidestep. Step back. Unclasp hands for the twirl.
Twirl. See the smile on her face. Time the end to meet her in the hold again. Smile back at her upturned face. Place head over hers, as it rests right… there. Move serenely in the music, the two of you comfortable More >

I hate it when this happens.
Which is not to say it happens very often. This is possibly the first time. To be honest, though I’ve often wondered what it’d be like if it actually did happen.
Old proverbs are essentially true – ‘Be careful for what you wish for’, they say – I wasn’t, and now More >