Really Close- #AmWriting

“If you’ve got a minute, I need your feedback, darling.”

“Sure, Jim, tell me more,” she said, her eyes sparkling.

“This is just something I call ‘Close to My Heart’.”

With you by my side, my every task becomes easy.

As you toil away tirelessly, my love for you grows

Watching you furtively, taking every second breath, I sigh gladly.

Can I be so bold as to assume you care?

Without you, I must say, my world would be bare.

Dora’s eyes glistened, as she said, ‘That was beautiful, Jim.’

“It’s what the heart says to the lungs”, beamed Jim.

My Heart Beat
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©Shailaja V

Word count: 100 (10 words in 10 sentences)

Written for Ten on Ten Tuesdays hosted by Cynthia and Deepika

This week’s prompt: Close to my heart

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I am a Write Tribe Pro Blogger– Trying to blog everyday for a year.

Today is Day 67

Also linking this to Day 8 of the October Ultra Blog Challenge

Movement- #100words #DrabbleWeek

A crafty smile on his face, he tiptoed up behind her ready to pounce , when she calmly said, ‘If you jump on me, Brad, I will tell mom that it was you who let the cat into the pantry the other day, to drink up all the cream.’

His hands froze in mid-air. Dropping them glumly to his side, Don’t you get scared? he asked

‘Fear is for sissies’, said Stella, tossing her curls. ‘Now, scaring others? That’s an art,’ she whispered.

It was then that Brad noticed the paper plane beside her , which was actually levitating on its own. . .

©Shailaja V
Word count:100
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This is written in response to the theme prompt
 ‘Suddenly it moved 
for Drabble Week over at 
Marathon Bloggers 
Today is Day 6
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runner with quill

Talking Vessels- #100words #DrabbleWeek

She gleamed with pride, sitting there on the pedestal. The others looked at her enviously, whispering about the latest addition to their commune.

‘Just look at the sheen!’

‘I am guessing she’s imported.’

‘ I wish mine would glow that way.’

Arrogance filled her being. Then, she noticed one amongst them was quiet, far in the corner. He was heavy, bent and tired.

Curious, she called out, ‘How come you’re here? Why haven’t you left?’

His wise eyes looked up, smiled beautifully and he said, ‘I am over 50 years old, but the broth they cook in me tastes like home.’

 

©Shailaja V
Word count:100
wooden vessels
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This is written in response to the theme prompt
 ‘Talking Vessels 
for Drabble Week over at 
Marathon Bloggers 
Today is Day 5
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runner with quill