Sunday, 21 June 2020

Red.

Have you observed ketchup dripping out of a squeezy bottle? It's a real sight, see?

First, you turn the bottle upside down and give it a gentle squeeze, like squeezing a loved one's hand as you walk down a pebbled pavement with flower beds on the fringes.

 Then, you watch in awe as the thick, red stuff leaves the nozzle, drop by drop, trickling onto a barren slice of bread, instantly giving it some colour, like rouge to colourless cheeks, perhaps?

It's also how a drop of blood looks like on a pristine white bedsheet.

It's easy, really, getting blood to ooze out of your body. A lot like squeezing ketchup out of the bottle--awe-inspiring--but without the squeezing.

First, you make a slight cut on your wrist; and you do it without flinching, hm?  (A good, sharp knife will do the trick). And then, you watch in awe as it dribbles out, first drop by drop, and then flowing out in a stream, colouring every surface it squirts on. A vibrant dash of red to the crumpled, white bedsheet you spent your lonely night on.

You just lie there, watching in fascination as it flows out of your body--your life force leaving you, little by little, till you are left without a drop - bone dry, stiff, defunct.

Like the love that left you, perished, extinct, dead.

#FictionMonday


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Today's flash fiction is written for #FictionMonday.
Prompt: Picture prompt.

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Do share your posts for the hashtag and share the link at Reflections, by Vinitha Dileep




17 comments:

  1. This gave me the chills, Shilpa. And that picture? Did you create it?

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  2. What a comparison. And just like Corinne, I also got chills girl. This is real dark satire. Loved it in an eerie way.

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    1. I realised I like writing stuff that chills the reader. ;P
      Thanks B!

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  3. woa... that is one brilliant write up. Chilling!! Also I will not look at ketchup in the same way

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    1. Haha! I am glad my post gave you a newer perspective of things as inanimate as ketchup, Raj! ;P

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  4. Wow, Shilpa! That's dark. I loved that chilling narration of yours. Who knew a ketchup drop on a bread slice would lead to such a masterpiece!

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    1. I know, right!?
      I too enjoyed writing it, Vini. I just started writing and this is how it came out. :P

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  5. Wow! You're mastering the art of creating dark stories, Shilpa! Very unique take on the prompt, I must say. Chilling narrative and so very well written. It bears your stamp all over, girl. :)

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    1. I am enjoying narrating dark stories, Esha.
      Thank you SO much! <3

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  6. When I first saw the picture of ketchup on the white bread, I saw a small heart which filled me with warmth. Much later, now that I am here, your story stole away the warmth and instead filled me with chilla and thrills. Outstanding take, I will say how you connected the ketchup on white bread with blood spilling over white bedsheet.Anurag Kashyap style!

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    1. Hahahahha! I really didn't think of Mr. Kashyap while writing this, Anu.
      But, thank you so much! I am glad my flash fiction had that effect on you :)

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  7. Very dark stuff woman - this story gave me the chills Shilpa! Love the picture and was hoping to write in a story for Vinitha's fiction prompt too.

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    1. Thank you, Shalz!
      Yes, do join us for the fiction Mondays. it will be fun! <3

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