100 word fictions - coloured stories

When I saw her she was going red with heat and rage. Shouting in the support of labor union she stood with in front of a crowd of 1000 grey uniformed workers.

I feared the next step as they burnt down the blue flag of the company.

Being the head of white collar employees as I stepped in front of them, the crowd rushed ahead. I tried to duck behind my black SUV but one wave of her hand hushed the crowd.

I stood there mesmerized, for my daughter at such young age stood against her own father’s ill deeds.

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He was blue with cold. Gritting his teeth, he knocked against the glass. In his hand was small pink doll. My daughter shrieked as soon as she saw it. She wanted it in no time. Looking at tears in her pretty green eyes I couldn’t say no to buy.

As soon as I stepped in front out, she shouted from behind, “dad, my doll has a red button”

“What is with you shouting all the time?” I turned while shouting back to look at her as she pressed the button.

A blast sound and everything turned into black smoke.

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Midnight phone call

At the stroke of Midnight my phone rang. The voice on the phone sang, “Happy Birthday to you…” the voice was so sweet that I couldn’t bring myself to say that it was a wrong number.

It was only when I replied after her song got over she realized that she had got the wrong number.

She was the girl in my class who was wanted to wish birthday to her best friend and accidently dialed my number.

Eyes and heart

She has really pretty eyes. I have told her this several times. However, they aren’t something I would fall for. Today she stood there with expectations in her eyes and I had a sudden urge to laugh just when she was about to cry.

Sadly, not always the heart is as beautiful as eyes are.

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I don’t understand why he has to lie and hide things when the truth is fairly simple. He tells me that my eyes are pretty but I know he thinks that I have a heart of stone. I don’t care what he thinks of my eyes but I care what he thinks of my heart.

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To the girls I love the most...

Some of my posts in July have revolved around my best friend’s wedding and this friendship day (otherwise I find the concept a bit over-hyped) I get a bit nostalgic over the years spent with the friends who have been with me through most of my life.