Short Story – Black Coffee and Grey Stories

“Flowers”

“I swear to you, I wanted more.” The last words of his wife, Nora, still haunted Jack. The sun seemed dull for a summer morning. It, too, like Jack wanted to sleep in longer and worry less about the unpaid bills and unkept house. “Arrghhhh! Hmph.” Nora must be turning in her grave to the…
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“My tribe – II”

“Hey you! You took your own sweet time.” “Sorry. So what are we talking about?” Looking for a spot to get comfortable in, she moved around. “Willow is telling us about her first time doing it.” “First time doing what?” “IT. You cannot be that old, Rose.” “Ooohhhh! I get ‘it’ now. So where was…
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“My tribe”

We are all born curious, but somewhere along the journey of life, curiosity gets buried under expectations, responsibilities, and duties. My life has been very normal, as normal as it can be. For a couple with no children, because we did not want any. We have lived comfortably and happily, at least for some time.…
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“The Wine Glass”

Quietness has a creepy way of making us feel lonelier than we are. But this wine glass was truly alone tonight. No other kinds were in the sink that was once full of day-long dirty dishes. If it accidentally loses balance and falls, it might not break completely but will feel the cracks of loneliness.…
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“Focus!/?”

This is weird. My fingers spread out look like a frog’s, I need a manicure. My nails look so ugly. This time I am going for a French manicure, nothing fancy. Basic and classy. Ewww! Is that a strand of hair. Yuck! Definitely not mine. Why don’t people tie their hair like normal people? I…
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“Leftovers”

“I think I am going to die today.” “I am hungry. Are there any leftovers?” “I really think I am going to die, today. I can feel my insides coiling up into knots.” “He said, we lack chemistry. Also, I don’t talk enough about my feelings.” “Did you do groceries this week? It was your…
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“Old/New Love Story”

The loud ring of the phone shocks her resilient heart to reality. Daydreaming is a curse. The woman knows it is him; she has been expecting his call. But, after all these years, if it is not the one she has yearned for, was it all worth any then? Her heart doesn’t skip any beats,…
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“Abandoned Rug”

“I feel like an unwanted rug left under a tree for years. Like I have no purpose or relevance in this world. Just a disgusting old rug tossed aside.” “How can you feel like a rug? And why have you been tossed aside?” “That is a question for the one who once wanted me so…
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“Ghostwriter”

This is the story of a young man. A grown man. Today is nothing new but just another day of the week. The alarm will buzz the young man out of deep sleep. But it will be the thunderstorms that will finally throw him out of the comfortable bed. The rain is in no mood…
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“Little breaths!”

“It feels like I went for a deep dive into the unknown. Desperately hopeful that I was doing the right thing, but then I never came back above the waves. It felt like I was holding onto that one breath and kept swimming. It was a survival instinct. Moreover, I don’t think I knew any…
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