Flash Fiction

The Knock

Startled by rasping knock at the door, he looked up from lap-top, but not before checking bottom right corner for time, which displayed 1am. Darting eyes in darkness that had blanketed every inch of room, with thoughts stuck deep in work, it took him several seconds to comprehend the situation. Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago

One Too Many

This story happened when the monsoon had begun its march in the city, this year,  with baby steps. On one week end, around early evening, I was about to venture out to get my scooter from the service center. I was pleasantly surprised when the better half declared that he Read more…

By Anagha Yatin, ago