Sunday Photo Fiction – August 27th 2017


13 Dawn Miller 27 August 2017

© Dawn Miller

By Neel Anil Panicker

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Seema cursed herself for having worn a knee length skirt.

Her feet hurt as she sat, shoulders hunched, bare legs scratching against the rocky undergrowth.

Unmindful, her eyes scanned the horizon, boring through the thick branches of trees, past the wild grasses that spread out over the acre length expanse of the park but spotted nothing out of the ordinary_save for the ubiquitous vista of teenaged Cupid-struck couples holding hands and whispering sweet nothings as they sat in secluded benches and tried losing themselves in one another’s eyes.

As she sat there feeling distinctly awkward, physical discomfort soon gave way to incredulous disbelief as her eyes fell on the three cups that lay atop wooden poles, much like lone sentinels guarding the entrance to a king’s palace.

For a moment a wave of doubt swept through her mind. Was the detective lying? Could Rajiv be guilty of such misdemeanors?
Her questions were answered soon as she saw a man’s silhouette emerge from behind the trees. Two young women walked beside him as the trio headed towards the gate beside near where the tea cups were placed.

The detective was right, she surmised. Her hubby of over ten years was three timing her all this while.

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6 thoughts on “neelwrites/alotisbrewing/spf/fiction/200words/28/08/2017

  1. I think the tea cups are going to end up in pieces, that’s for sure!

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  2. michael1148humphris

    He’s either a brave chap or more likely foolish. I believe that she will turn him inside out.😉


  3. I don’t think she’s going to be happy about that one. Thanks Neel


  4. Tea for three! She got him. Good story, Neel.


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