Category Archives: Vignette

Vignette: Anger

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Anita kicked the bedpost. Once. Twice. And once more. Third time she missed, and hit the vase stand. Pieces flew all over the room. Broken, shattered bits. Like her. Her mum didn’t see that, didn’t care about that. She cared about the breaking sound. The noise which aggravated her headache. That she compared to the house falling. More like a rats in the cupboard din, Anita thought. It was more than she could take.

She scurried to the garden. Her solace through the years. Not today. The sun was in a bad mood too. His fury burned her skin. The odour of dog poo greeted her instead of the sweet-smelling roses. She picked up a sharp rock. Of course, she would never hurt the neighbour’s dog. Even though he was the re-incarnation of Zoltan. Instead she hurled it at the letter box.

The flowers weren’t co-operative either. The rose drew her blood. The Hibiscus refused to placate her nose. She crushed the flower for the offense. Too late she recollected that the poor flower never boasted of fragrance. The hibiscus wouldn’t become a sweet scented flower just like she couldn’t be the son her mother wanted so much. It didn’t matter. She straightened the crushed petals. She loved every flower just as it was.

*One of my assignments at a Flash Fiction Workshop. The task was to write a piece portraying a strong emotion.

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Vignette: Predawn

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Dawn

Predawn: a vignette

A little crow shattered the dusky silence. Perched on the edge of the roof, it tilted its beak towards the sky, and uttered a high-pitched caw. Its single silhouette against the sky resembled a weather vane.

Was it beckoning the other birds, or the sun, that was yet far below the horizon? Darkness still reigned, the twinkling stars providing a faint illumination. The biting cold of the night had calmed though it did give an occasional shiver.

The crow had company now. A lonely cuckoo started to sing. Its crow friends rattled, and grated. Sparrows cheeped from the nearby branches to join the conversation. A robin, and two pigeons cooed, not wanting to be left out. The crickets, that had taken a break, began chirping again.

The shrill twitters produced a symphonic tone with an incidental screeching tire adding to the din.

A rosebud opened a single petal and said, “I can’t sleep with the noise. Why are they yelling?”

A branch swayed as it exclaimed, “early risers and their morning song! Can’t they see it’s still night?”

Stifling a yawn, the leaf patted the pink bud. “Sweetie, ignore them. You wake when the first sun-ray calls you. Not a second before.”

The leaves rustled singing their own version of lullaby.

Confusion prevailed as the mischievous breeze played around mixing the sweet scent of the night with the fresh fragrance of the dawn.

In literature, a vignette is a short impressionistic scene/episode that focuses on one moment, or gives a snapshot of a character, idea or setting.

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The difference

The difference

I saw the sea as the silent form of life, patient, calm and gracious. Then, I saw its terrible form, ferocious, wild and destructive. I was confused.

I asked the sea, “which one is the real you? Are you the thoughtful and tolerant one? Or are you the inconsiderate and roaring one?”

The sea smiled and answered, “What’s the difference?”

The difference?

I was stunned. The only similarity I could see was that both the forms were photogenic. I persisted and asked again, “one is the form of life and the other one of death. Which is the real you?

The sea repeated, “what’s the difference?” But, it must have seen my expression for it continued, “I am the complete one.”

the difference

What do you think is the difference?

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