Three Mangoes: Part 3 (Final)
If you missed the preceding two parts, you can read them here:
Part 1 | Part 2
And now for the final part. Feel free to leave a comment too.
She walked into a compound in the middle of which stood another two-storey house. The architecture was similar to the house where the pregnant woman lived. This time, however, the person who had called her was not on the balcony. He was on the ground floor and stood with his arms akimbo, in front of the house. One would think, from the way he stood boldly, that he was the landlord. Alas! He was just a tenant. And he wanted to buy mangoes. read more…
1, 2, 3 Disappear: My First Published Story in 2014
Yes, it’s true. 1, 2, 3 Disappear is the name of my first published short story this year. Never mind that I actually wrote it last year. What matters is that it is now available on … you guessed it … Smashwords. The synopsis, which I don’t believe does it justice, reads as follows: read more…
Weekly Photo Challenge: Juxtaposition
I would never describe myself as a sports fan, but I know a school’s mascot when I see it. Well, I saw these two side by side at a farmer’s market: University of Memphis Tigers and Mississippi State University Bulldogs. Whose side are you on? As for me, the answer is neither. But, this is my entry for this week’s photo challenge.
Three Mangoes: Part 2
If you missed Part 1, you can read it here. Now for Part 2.
Keeping a close watch on her tray of mangoes now resting on the floor outside the shop, she asked the woman who owned the shop, if she knew the places in that neighborhood where people would want to buy mangoes. The shop-owner, a kind woman who had a daughter of about Risikat’s age in school, gave her a list of places she recommended. One of them was a mechanic’s shop, which was on another street, a few minutes away. read more…
Weekly Photo Challenge: Family
Pick the odd one out
Three Mangoes: Part 1
Three Mangoes was the third short story I published on Smashwords. It’s been out as an e-book since 2012, but I decided it was time to share it in chunks here. Enjoy and do leave a comment.
Mama Risikat set down the large basket of fruits she had been carrying on her head. The small piece of cloth she had used to cushion the rough base of the raffia basket on her head promptly fell to the ground undeterred. It began to unravel from the tight cylindrical form into which it was wound. read more…
Weekly Photo Challenge: Window
I know this is coming rather late, but I guess it’s better late than never.
My entry for the Window Photo Challenge was taken looking through a window to the front entrance of the Ford Center at Ole Miss. I did a little editing using the Afterlight app on my phone. Have a great weekend!
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