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Anniversary Wishes

He watched her knit with her trembling hands, sitting in front of the tv. When she watched the tv she stopped knitting. And then she would focus back on her knitting and forget the tv. This went on for a while. He arranged the table for a dinner for two he was specially planning forContinue reading “Anniversary Wishes”

Posted byPatmajFebruary 7, 2020Posted inUncategorized6 Comments on Anniversary Wishes

Old Ties

“Honey I’m home” “Great. Will warm up dinner now” “Can’t wait to try the roast.” “Just hop on in and it’ll be on the table.” It had been over fifteen minutes since they’d spoken on the phone. And yet he waited for her to come in. She didn’t. A couple of hours later the copsContinue reading “Old Ties”

Posted byPatmajJanuary 24, 2020January 24, 2020Posted inUncategorized2 Comments on Old Ties

The Coffee Shop

He played along with a spoon, sitting alone by the corner table. Using the spoon as an imaginary drum stick he played along, listening to the Smokie song from his playlist. Like always, he was waiting for her. “Happy Anniversary my darling.” he whispered softly to no one there. They made a beautiful couple. EveryoneContinue reading “The Coffee Shop”

Posted byPatmajJanuary 17, 2020Posted inUncategorized8 Comments on The Coffee Shop

Blue Moon

You can throw away things You can throw away the person You cant throw away the memories Strains of Dean Martin’s Blue Moon wafted across the air, as he sat by himself on the bench by the lake. He could hear his family laugh and make merry in the cottage nearby. He excused himself fromContinue reading “Blue Moon”

Posted byPatmajJanuary 10, 2020Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story2 Comments on Blue Moon

Orange Moon 2.0

(This is a follow-up to my earlier short story Orange Moon which can be found here at https://wordpress.com/block-editor/post/idlemusings.art.blog/78 Will I See You Tonight On a Downtown Train Every Night, It’s Just The Same, On a Downtown Train Rod Stewart, Downtown Train. The mall was as crowded as it was expected to be on a FridayContinue reading “Orange Moon 2.0”

Posted byPatmajJanuary 3, 2020Posted inUncategorized4 Comments on Orange Moon 2.0

LOST…

Jim Reeves played on in the background. The winter breeze blew all along, reminding him of the time of the year. The time inexplicably made him blue. Christmas carols, fruit cakes and pies, turkey meals and candies…that inevitable bluesy feeling. This year, he felt a change was needed… He put on his parka and beanieContinue reading “LOST…”

Posted byPatmajDecember 28, 2019Posted inUncategorized3 Comments on LOST…

Virginia Woolf

Virginia Woolf’s To The Lighthouse. It was the second thing he had seen that day which reminded him of her. First, there were those gorgeous eclairs nonchalantly left on the dining table. And now this. It was odd that he found two things that reminded him of her in a spate of 24 hours. HeContinue reading “Virginia Woolf”

Posted byPatmajDecember 20, 2019December 20, 2019Posted inUncategorized3 Comments on Virginia Woolf

The Proposal

They were sitting on the rooftop of his flat, the view of the city traffic from five floors above was a fascinating one. They watched the cars move almost like in a silent film. The sound was minimal at that height. They sat with their feet dangling from the parapet, hands entwined, a glass ofContinue reading “The Proposal”

Posted byPatmajDecember 13, 2019December 13, 2019Posted inUncategorized4 Comments on The Proposal

The Mixtape

He felt an inexplicable fury inside of him as he switched his phone off abruptly. His friend at the other side of the call might have found it strange, but at that point of time he didn’t care. He was too mad. He couldn’t believe she would be this way, after all these years. HeContinue reading “The Mixtape”

Posted byPatmajDecember 6, 2019December 6, 2019Posted inUncategorized8 Comments on The Mixtape

The Silk Stole

Susan woke up hearing a shriek from the next room. She turned around to see her husband fast asleep. She was amazed how he hadn’t heard the shriek. He was actually a light sleeper unlike her. She got off the bed and rushed to the next room. Sarah was sitting up on the bed withContinue reading “The Silk Stole”

Posted byPatmajNovember 29, 2019Posted inUncategorizedTags:short story8 Comments on The Silk Stole

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