Fiction Friday!

Hello friends! How did your week go? Here is a short story for you to kick back and relax. Warning: it is short! Layover is a short story about hopes, prayers, and looking for love. Life doesn’t have a checklist or a do-over. That’s why you can find surprises in unexpected places. Click here to

#4 Spur of the Moment

It was my mum who pulled the trigger. She said it was a warning shot. But I know my mum. She knew what she was doing. She had done a stint with the military before deciding she wanted to diversify her people skills and try to deal with uncivilised civilians. But she always kept a shotgun. And a pistol. Small, sexy, sleek. It fit into her handbag.

#3 Spur of the Moment

This is part 3 of the arbitrary short story series: Spur of the Moment. If you missed part 1 and 2, click here and here respectively. And since we are mostly stuck at home, I will do this weekly, every Friday. Do share the link with your friends so this #lockdown #stayhome #WFH situation stays

#2 Spur of the Moment

I wait as the phone rings. Once, twice. I start to panic. I hope no one would pick up. That the answering machine would come on. There is a shuffling sound and then a voice. Faint. Still, I almost end it, but I wait. After all, I’ve come this far. “Hello?” “Hi.” My voice sounds

Spur of the Moment

My phone rings. I had just been thinking to myself, “Wouldn’t it be nice to not have to deal with rush hour traffic?” It’s not a number I know. I sigh. Long day. I hope it would be a short call. I was just in the middle of ordering an Uber. “Lucy?” “Uh huh,” I