Friday, October 19, 2012

Theme 170 - Alive

From @TheOtherBanana: The finger twitched. After three years of waiting by her bedside, waiting and watching and hoping, the finger twitched. His eyes immediately flicked to her face to see if he could catch a glimpse of those warm grey eyes, but there was nothing. Her finger twitched. The monitor beeped. And beeped again. And lay still. 

From @vivekisms: The regular hum of your breathing. That you are by my side. Sleeping and safe. That is enough. That is when I feel.

From @swordfish19: The war veteran slipped into a bar. He tarried a little, overwhelmed by the sight of so many people in one place, having fun. Eying a vacant seat in the corner, he took it. He ordered a beer. When it was served, he held the chilled glass in both his hands and closed his eyes.

From @kaloladeep: The days are less to live upon, but still everyday was full of rush for him, daily exercise was his walk to station and then to office. No concern to dressing neither to that of flexibility. Living too short and too fast, but yet one word he started his day with was 'I'm alive'.

From @ghose_1988: Mrs Reddy woke up early this morning light hearted and happy as ever in last forty years .She was reminiscing in every moment that she had spent with Amma last night at the railway station. She felt that her burden of bitterness was lifted off .God had freed her .She can now rest in peace.

From @agentgreenglass:

“Pulse?”
“Stable.”
“Opening now.”
The surgeon makes a deep cut in the chest.
The head nurse looks puzzled.
“Sir... it’s an appendix case!”
He doesn’t look up. The lights don’t blink.
They can see her heart, exposed.
He looks closely at the thing that once loved him.
The nurse is dialing.
The pulse is fading.

From @iyer_raman: 

Little drops of sweat trickled down through her coarse skin.
She could sense they were around.
She had nowhere to run.
Exasperated, she breathed heavily.
Her breath reached them, and they smiled.
They had to wait till sundown anyway, before bringing out the chainsaw.
They welcomed the breeze, and chose to rest under her shade.

From @zoarcher: The shiny brown body scared her. Its quick movements more so. Her palms started sweating. She knew she had to act fast. She was alone at home, so help was a no-no. She felt that either she could stay alive or the cause of her fear. She did what she had to. SMACK. RIP cockroach.

From @anushapinto: 

"what am I supposed to do with all this money?"
"enjoy your life!"
"yah, the one that gets sucked everyday? where's the time?"
"it's funny, no? time is a weird luxury, the more you have it, the bigger loser you are."
"then time can't be money."
"time is of value only if you're alive in it"
 

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