The Unveiling

Trifecta: Week 102

The weekly prompt at Trifecta is-

:  skill in planning, making, or executing :  dexterity

2 a :  an occupation or trade requiring manual dexterity or artistic skill <the carpenter’s craft> <the craft of writing plays> <crafts such as pottery, carpentry, and sewing>


plural :  articles made by craftspeople <a store selling crafts> <a crafts fair>

:  skill in deceiving to gain an end <used craft and guile to close the deal>

Here is my submission:-)


The Unveiling


Smiling, she opened the door and flung herself into his arms. He laughed and hugged her back. He could not help it. Her exuberance was infectious!

“Stevie! So, so good to see you again! I knew you would never forsake us-so what if you are a big shot in the city now!”She giggled, looking at him mischievously.

Later, at her studio, she regaled him with all the local gossip and told him proudly that she had been selected to sculpt his full size replica, to be placed at the town Square. The town planned to honour its Hero before he left for the city in two weeks time.

He listened and wondered how and when to tell her about the change in his plans for their future. He was afraid that she would not take it well.

Next week, when they met for dinner, he broached the topic.

“Julia, about our engagement…I think we ought to talk about it.”

“Of course, Stevie, its time we set the wedding date. We also need to finalize our move to the city. I was wondering if getting a studio for my work would be…

“Julia, please listen, “he interrupted her.”I am sorry, but I have met someone else and I want to call off the engagement. This is the only reason I came.”

He was surprised when she did not break down but told him in a strangely cold tone,”Thank you for being honest.”

A week later, he had booked an early morning flight and had decided to check in at the airport hotel the night before.

At 2 a.m, Julia called, “Come immediately.”

He could not refuse.

She was at her studio, working feverishly at his replica.”I could not finish this without you.”

She poured champagne into two glasses. ”To a new life! Cheers!”

Two weeks later.

Steven’s bronze statue was unveiled by the Mayor. Everyone marveled at Julia’s craftsmanship. Sad, Steven had to leave for Africa.

Julia smiled. She too could use craft.





Lovers no more

Trifecta: Week Seventy-Four

a : a state of being beyond reason and self-control


b archaic : swoon

: a state of overwhelming emotion; especially : rapturous delight

Please remember: 

  • Your response must be between 33 and 333 words. 
  • You must use the 3rd definition of the given word in your post. 
  • The word itself needs to be included in your response. 
  • You may not use a variation of the word; it needs to be exactly as stated above. 
  • Only one entry per writer. 

This week Trifecta wanted us to float in ecstasy-yes,you read it right,the word prompt is ecstasy.So,you ask,did I ?Sigh!I managed to write this two days back but have been sitting with it ,mulling over it,just not happy with it!I was hoping that I shall be able to  bask in ecstasy as soon as a bright idea hit me,but no such luck!Well,with a mere five hours to go,I better  “release” my hold on this piece of “‘ecstasy” or I will most definitely miss the bus!So here I am,with my submission,for what its worth.


Lovers no more


They sat across the table,each immersed in their own thoughts,both busy fighting their own demons.They avoided looking at each other,did not speak-could not-an awkward silence  enveloped them like  heavy cloak.



Amelia remembered their first meeting and a ghost of a smile played on her lips.It was the annual fund raising  gala, at their community centre. She had been doing the rounds with her sheaf of subscriptions when she had tripped over somebody’s outstretched legs,which had sent her sprawling to the ground.


Embarrassed at the spill,she had looked up straight into a pair of twinkling brown eyes “Sorry about that,”he had drawled,extending his hand to help her up.His tall,lean frame made him look handsome in his navy blue jumper and tan slacks. “I am Stephen.”


Regaining her composure,she had retorted, “Do I have to say,pleased to meet you?”That had made him laugh.”Well,what if I treat you to a coffee or will nothing less than lunch  do?”He had asked with a smile and she had had to laugh too.


Thus had started their friendship and before either knew,they were in love.



He remembered the first time they had kissed,her perfume,the way her hazel eyes crinkled when he said something funny.He knew her insecurities,her little quirks and her intensely  passionate heart.He would forever remember their first time together.He knew no one had ever loved him this way and oh what ecstasy it had been to be with her.


But then…


Stephen was posted to another town and though they tried to keep in touch , it had became harder and harder.Soon conversations started becoming stilted,emails became shorter,the text messages rare.Both understood that the end of the road was near,but neither wanted to  face the agony of letting go.


So,they had decided to meet for the last time to say their final goodbyes and here they were.Each wanted to reach out ,scared to let go but knowing  it was futile, for they were both married but sadly not to each other!