Flash Fiction

The Grand Finale

“Arena de Verona?”, she checked screen with suspicion. “Indeed”, he replied with somber calm. “But that’s an old monument dating back to 30AD”, she prodded him to speak. Known as the man of few words, he presented her two tickets. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago
Fiction

Eternal Allure

“Now where on Earth might she be”, wondered he, as he could not find her by his side. “She never lets me be in peace”, he murmured. With much reluctance he sneaked out of the Gol Gumbaz. As expected, there Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago