Tag Archive | Child

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge – David’s Photo

David’s memory was put up in the living room. After the birth of the triplets, he was moved into their dad’s study. As the children grew, he was relegated to the cupboard deep inside. He heard the kids coo, crawl, walk and then speak their first words. David wanted to see his sisters and brother play. He wished to hear his mother’s voice. No one had said his name for the past 3 years. Though he wanted it to be this way, he still felt a sense of loss. Had he survived, he would have been 5 years old.

This was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli.

Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction- The Doll

It was cloudy when Macie returned home. She had been little more than a machine for the past 2 years. Her husband sighed, reaching out to take her hat and coat. All of a sudden, a fierce gust of wind shook their living room. The wind blew through his study, scattering his papers and bringing down a doll, which he had hidden from her. He did not hear the doll fall, but Macie did. She rushed over and picked it up, her eyes watering. She looked at his stunned face and sobbed for the first time in 2 years.

This story was written for the Carrot Ranch Flash Fiction Challenge. Thank you, Charli, for giving us the opportunity.

The Stem and the Leaf

The tree pleads with the wind

For a few moments of silence

To listen to a leaf’s conversation

With the stem

About a budding flower

And the tree dreams on

With the stem

About the colour, texture and beauty

Of the arriving bud

Just the way

Parents dream

Of their unborn child

To be a Mother

Her heart thuds every time

he walks to the playground

Would he be hit by the volleyball

or the football this time?

She neither wants him to be the perpetrator

nor does she want him to be the victim

She wants him to be on top

but never over the top


And even after he fulfils her ‘wants’

She worries if things are too good

If there are no natural calamities

hidden to attack him

Innocence Lost

I saw him last year

A boy of nine

Living down the lane

Curiosity in his expression

Innocence in his eyes

Devoid of deceit and lies.


I saw him again this year

Artful in countenance

Eyes seething with belligerence

Mouthing abuse with each sentence


Alas! He has lost his naivety

Amongst the mob of his playground

He has lost his innocence

To the dark exposure of media

He has lost his trust

To the ways of the world

Now, he is an adult in a child’s body

Waiting for physical growth

To tackle the tough world.