Payback time

Trifecta: Week 105

This week’s prompt is-

PLUCK: (transitive verb)  3: to move, remove, or separate forcibly or abruptly

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Payback Time

 

When I come to, the room is still dark. My head feels sore and there is a metallic taste in my mouth-blood, I think. At least the room is clean and has a bed. I can even see a small basin! I feel like a King.

This is the sixth time they have moved me to a new hiding place in the last ten months.

I have been slapped, beaten, bruised and left to bleed but not enough to kill me. I have been starved, left naked in freezing temperature, been force fed with inedible things, cajoled and threatened but they have not succeeded in getting the information they so badly need-as yet.

I am used to all this. At 40, I am the best in my business- being a double agent.

The last time I had been captured, I had been tortured for almost 2 years but had not broken. I even managed to escape, though it took me a full 8 months to get back to normalcy.

This time I have upped the stakes. I have become a triple agent!

Two years ago, my wife and child flew to a new country .My wife is now a dark eyed, dark haired beauty with no traces of her green eyes or her remarkable red hair. She used to be well rounded but now is svelte. My infant son is now a very different looking 3 year old and with no photos or, memorabilia from past life, no way one can recognize them. Their new, safe life is my reward.

Soon I will be joining them-after a plastic surgery, of course.

Before I had passed out last night, one of the torturers had said, “Tomorrow, if you do not reveal the secret plans of your government, I will personally pluck all your fingernails one day at a time.”

Thus, my immediate concern is to make it through the next week.

Then I will fly the coop.

Loyalty pays rich dividends.

Mine is due.

 

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{A triple agent pretends to be a double agent for one side, while he or she is truly a double agent for the other side. Famous triple agents include Eddie ChapmanKim Philby and Alexander Litvinenko.A lesser used definition of triple agent is an agent who works for three intelligence services, but is usually truly loyal to only one of them}

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Sometimes the best- laid plans…

Trifecta: Week 104

The  weekly prompt.by Trifecta is-

 
 
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. 
• If your post doesn’t meet our requirements, please leave your link in the comments section, not in the linkz. 
• Trifecta is open to everyone. 

This week’s word is companion.

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Here come my 333 words:-)

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Sometimes the best-laid plans…

 

 “Patrick, I need the Sun. Move my chair near the window.”

“Patrick, go get my knitting needles and the blue yarn.”

“Are you deaf? Or blind? I said blue, not green!”

How he hated her dominating attitude.

But, worse was her condescending tone.

“Patrick, when will you ever learn to set the table properly?”

“Is it so difficult to understand? We are going to the concert, not the market and you expect me to wear this frumpy frock!”

“If Agatha had sent you to some better school, at least you could have known how to read. “

He despised her.

She the rich invalid relative, he the poor(ly) paid companion.

Companion, my foot! He thought and seethed inwardly. She treats me worse than a servant.

Then, six months back, he had met Julia at the local deli-a gentle beauty. Love was instant.

 But he had no prospects and all his hopes hung on this old relative dying early, leaving her substantial estate to him.

However, the visit to the Doctor a week ago poured cold water on all his hopes. The test reports said that though her legs would never bear her weight again, she was otherwise healthy and expected to live long.

 He saw his dreams turning to ashes.

Murder it had to be but as the sole heir, he knew suspicion was bound to fall on him.

An accident was the perfect answer.

“The view is really breath-taking Patrick. For once you have pleased me.”

Standing behind her, he smirked.

He pushed the wheel chair, heard her screaming, realizing at the last moment that she had latched on to his wrist….

 

“What a horrific accident!”The crowd murmured.

Police examined the site and concluded that the boulder had come loose and both victims had slipped and fallen onto  the rocks below.

While the elderly lady had died, the younger man had smashed his spine, thus becoming a vegetable from the waist down. The trauma had robbed him of his speech as well.

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The agony of it all

Trifecta: Week 103

This week the word prompt is –

 

Remember (verb):  3 a :  to keep in mind for attention or consideration    b :  REWARD

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Here are my 333:-)

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The agony of it all

 

Sometimes I sit back and wonder  that when you wrap your arms around other women-the new ones-who have fallen prey to your charms or even some of the old flames, who like me, have not yet learnt their lesson, what goes on in your treacherous heart?

Even as a young boy, you looked so sure of yourself and though girls swooned at the mere mention of your name, you seemed oblivious to their charms. Did you know that you were our collective Prince charming-every girl‘s secret crush? I was one of the crowd-never hoping to even catch your eye but how I loved you! No, I did not tell anyone-it was my secret and I hoarded it like a squirrel hoards nuts for winter.

Years rolled by and though I did not see you for a decade, still my heart held on to hope-the hope you had never given me. Life came full circle and we met. Circumstances were different and I found consolation in being your friend.

But, fate had something else in store. A weak moment and the secret locked within escaped my lips. That proved to be my undoing.

Our equation changed. You started working your magic on me, wooing me subtly at first and then more boldly. My heart blossomed under your loving touch and though a little mouse called doubt kept nibbling at my trust, I stoically looked the other way. Soon, you had me where you wanted-under your thumb. You owned me body and soul.

Game over.

Only a few scraps of love could be salvaged from that wreckage of emotional debris which you left behind. I was too naive to understand your mind games and your cold indifference killed all my self-esteem.

Still, somewhere deep down, I hope that you felt something akin to love and that you remember, like you said you always will.

But, am deluding myself, for it cannot be true -simply because, for you to remember would mean you loved me too!

 

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Ligo Haibun -Mirror

Ligo Haibun Challenge: 08/11-14/11

The Līgo Haibun Challenge is hosted by Ye Pirate and Ese.

This week the the hosts have offered us two word prompts -“Mirror” and “Faery” and we have to choose one.My choice is Mirror.

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As I journey on in this life, I catch myself looking back more often than before. The rear-view mirror of my soul reflects so much I have learnt, enjoyed, lost and shed tears on that I find it difficult to take my eyes off it. The more I age, the more my eyes stray to it ,reflecting back images that somehow look larger than life-closer than the present, clearer than what I can see –in my future.

This quirkiness of mine made me introspect, wondering if it is a natural corollary of ageing or is it just nostalgia hitting this spring chicken-you know old wine being displayed in a new bottle? After all packaging is important for a successful sale! Maybe, my heart yearns to be young again-well, the body too, ha! ha!

Childhood has a fragrant innocence that we remember only wisps of –too ephemeral to be contained in our memory except as stray strands of grey hair that seem to appear overnight and startle us in the mornings. Youth, as we all know is fleet –footed and is gone even before we have fully realized it’s potential. To most of us youth is that glass of elusive elixir that we have just dared to take a sip or two from before it is snatched away from us, making us wish that we could have tasted some more!

Ah, but I digress. All this introspection brought home the point that the soul’s mirror just reflects what we want to see. I admit, travelling on the road of life, we need to look back at times ,for  it gives us an idea of our bearings, filling us with a sense of achievement or purpose to see how far we have come .  However, just like we cannot keep looking into the rear –view mirror of a vehicle while driving and have to focus our attention ahead on the road to avoid accidents and keep moving ahead, so in life we need to keep our  eyes on the here and now. We cannot forget that we need to take in the passing scenery and enjoy it too. Life is a journey –each phase unique-to be lived fully.

Wiping the dust off all the mirrors that make my soul, I am determined to make the best of this life with a spring in my step. So what if it is the autumn of my life? I believe that just like the spring and summer of my life were beautiful, the coming seasons will make me richer in experience too. Can you hear me laughing and saying, “Bring them on?”

 

Life mirrors longing

soul twists twirls -in nostalgia

lessons learnt, move on

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Elected

Trifextra: Week Ninety-Three

Time for Trifextra.This is what Trifecta has to say about this weekend’s prompt.

Buddhist cosmology tells of Trāyastriṃśa, or the Heaven of Thirty-Three gods, which rule over the human realm.  This weekend we’re asking for exactly 33 of your own words about a god of your own devising that shares heaven with the other thirty-two gods.  Make it yours and have fun with it.

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These are my 33 words.

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Elected

Earthlings had been clamouring incessantly.

A new God was needed.

The Council of Gods had to choose.

The last applicant sailed in.

Collective sighs and 32 “ayes” greeted the new Goddess of consensus.

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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>

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Here is my submission:-)

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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.

 

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The Baby

Monday, October 28, 2013

Trifecta: Week 101

This week Trifecta says-

On now to our weekly prompt.  It’s our last Halloween-inspired prompt of 2013, and we can’t wait to see what you’ve got in store for us.  Please remember that we are looking for the third definition of our prompt word.  Please also note that we need the word exactly as it appears below.  No tense changes allowed.  Good luck!

boo 

1 (interjection)
used to express contempt or disapproval or to startle or frighten2 (noun)
a sound that people make to show they do not like or approve of someone or something3 (verb) to show dislike or disapproval of someone or something by shouting “Boo” slowly

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A tough cookie-this!Hoping that I have used the correct definition and that my cookie won’t crumble 😉

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The Baby

Evening shadows lengthened and shrouded the nooks and crannies of the old mansion. The eerie silence was dotted with the shy rustling of fall leaves, being kissed by the passing breeze. Not a soul stirred inside-yet.

In the nearby forest, shadowy, amorphous shapes played hide and seek.

Night came in quietly, wearing her black velvet cloak. Moon peeked out from behind two brooding clouds, reflected for a second, and then went back into hiding.

Inside the mansion, furry legs scuttled from cellars, tails swishing, red eyes glinting. Whispery wings unfurled from their slumbering upside down positions and swooped down. Shimmery threads glistened in the corners of the room. The Master watched, unseen, pleased to see the minions bustling around.

He sensed her before she appeared before him. Even after 400 years, she looked as good as new and he was proud of his choice. She gave him a smouldering look and smiled, gold flecks glinting in her narrowed eyes. He enveloped her in his cape and they kissed passionately.

Just then the front door burst open and a handsome young man slunk in .He looked ashen and this pleased his parents, for it became him but he also looked down in the fangs, and that worried them.

“Oh! Not tonight of all nights!” cried his Mommy.

“What is the matter Son?” Asked his father.

“The kids in the village don’t like me!” The century old baby Vampire seemed on the verge of tears.

Instantly Mommy was next to him, holding him.

“My poor Baby!” She crooned.

Turning to her mate, she said, “ Didn’t I tell you not to let him go alone? He is too young and those kids are such bullies!”

Papa Vampire said quietly, “It’s time he grew up! He is a Vampire. They should be scared of him! Go, show them son!”

Baby Vampire cried out in fear, “No Papa! They will boo me again!”

“Put him to bed before the guests see him like this,” said Papa Vampire, looking dejected.

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The living dead

Trifecta: Week One Hundred

This week’s prompt by Trifecta is-

PHANTOM (noun) 1   a :  something apparent to sense but with no substantial existence :  APPARITION      b :  something elusive or visionary      c :  an object of continual dread or abhorrence 2 :  something existing in appearance only 3 :  a representation of something abstract, ideal, or incorporeal.

 

This is my submission.Hope you all like it:-)

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The living dead

“Oh, aren’t these adorable!” She squealed with delight, her eyes sparkling.

He looked at her holding out the tiny, lemon yellow booties at him.

He looked at her, his heart squeezing tightly in his chest and he almost bolted.

“They will be just right for our little one, “she added, touching her flat stomach and smiling dreamily.

Every time he saw her like this, he died a little-slow poisoned by her phantom of delusion.

But, he had no option for it was nobody’s fault that they were embroiled in this sordid affair called living!

They had so been in love and after a few years of working and partying hard had decided to start a family. Within a few months, her Doctor had conveyed the good news and they had started building the nursery. It was their Christmas gift to each other.

The baby was due in Fall – a season they both loved. He loved the delightful colours and that autumn was a harbinger of new life. She on the other hand, was like a kid let loose in a candy shop and went fully crazy preparing for Halloween and the associated festivities. He loved to see her dress up in spooky outfits and she enjoyed giving loads of treats to the kids who came to their door for,”trick or treat”

Then came New Year and they went out to party. It was a joyous celebration; tender moments engraved in his heart forever-their last together. He remembered her exuberant singing with the band and dancing.

Flushed and happy, they were returning home when it happened. A drunken driver, crashed into their car head on.

When he regained consciousness, he was told that their baby was no more and his wife and love of life had gone into a shock.

It took a year for the scars to heal-the visible ones, but she never healed from within-her mind frozen within the time before the accident –his love for her, their only succour…

 

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Am I losing it?

Trifextra: Week Ninety

 

It is time for Trifextra. For this weekend’s prompt,this is what Trifecta has to say-”  Katherine Paterson, author of Bridge to Terabithia, wrote, “It’s like the smarter you are, the more things can scare you.”  We are looking for a 33-word explanation of what scares you (or your character). “

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Here are my 33 words:-)

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Am I losing it?

 

It does not stalk me

but lurks in

unexpected corners

peeking from

the mirror of

forgetfulness,

leering at my

growing inability

to remember-

hauntingly  real

yet distant

this

 fear of

losing my mind!

 

 

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Nefarious

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Nine

Yes,Trifecta has reached its 99th week-a milestone indeed!Congrats to the Trifecta team and am so glad that I found this site and the community for my journey as  a flash fiction writer(of sorts) has started with them-so thank you Trifecta:-)

This week Trifecta has this on the menu for us-

This week we are giving you a page from the Oxford English Dictionary.  The ninety-ninth page, to be exact.  From this page, you can choose any word, any definition, to use in your post.  (Please type your chosen word in bold, so we know.)  And instead of our typical 33-333 word limit, we are asking for 99 words exactly. 

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I have chosen the word “Baby ” and here is my piece:-)

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Nefarious

 

There was no moon that night. It had been raining. The moist, dank smell of rotting leaves permeated the atmosphere.

A man dug ferociously, darting furtive glances at the bundle lying on the muddy path.

Clad in black robes with a vermilion mark on her forehead, the woman looked possessed.

He finished digging the grave, sweat dripping from his face.

Her kohl-lined eyes glittered madly. She said, “Do it-NOW!”

Picking up the bundle, he lowered it into the grave.

The woman started chanting loudly.

The baby began wailing.

He smiled and started shovelling the mud onto his daughter’s body…

 

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