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Thursday, June 15, 2017

Double Date

I won the Indies Unlimited Flash Fiction Challenge with the below entry . Rules are to write within 250 words and its called Flash Fiction. There is a picture prompt and you need to write around it.


http://www.indiesunlimited.com/2017/02/04/sorabh-saxena-wins-flash-fiction-challenge-2/


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Double Date
by Sorabh Saxena

“Biologists say they have a peripheral vision range somewhere between 250 to 270 degrees, to scan for predator movement at or just below the horizon,” rattled Jane, smiling and peering into her reliable Vortex Viper.

Derek mumbled, “Eh..” and kept looking through his camera.

Jane was super excited for her break into the big league. She was down today at the Kenya’s Masai Mara National Reserve with National Geographic: a far cry from the state newspaper back in Huntsville, Alabama.

“Do you think they can see us?” asked Derek.

“Deer see five times better than we do,” she replied nonchalantly.

Derek and Jane were lying supine like a bunch of snipers. Jane had charted the track of a wild cat across the grasslands into a water reservoir for a week. They were expecting a crossing today.

Jane zoomed in with her Viper and noticed the buck.

“The fawns are busy grazing, but the buck is looking in our direction. He is bobbing his head and moving it side to side. They do that when they are trying to make a 3D image of a predator,” said Jane, in a now hushed and concerned voice.

“No way in hell they can make us out!” exclaimed Derek.

“Exactly … they have not,” said Jane nervously. Derek could see the fear in her eyes.

“They made out their predator! It’s only that they are not the Prey…”

A slow, deep growl came from just a few feet away.

Saturday, February 4, 2017

The Fog

The sun had already set; the ambient light was just enough to make some shadows along the highway. The cold November air was seeping through my creaky Chevy as I rattled along the East Coast highway towards New York. The road was punctuated with seaports and bridges. I took an exit to get a break from driving. On a secluded turn, a ghost of a house jumped out at me with a towering lighthouse for company. My initial reaction was to keep moving, but somehow my car came to a sputtering halt.
With little hope of finding a living soul, I marched up the front porch. On the side there was a severely broken sign which seemed to read ~EAT~NT~EN~TER
When my door knocks went unanswered I peeped through the glass door only to be met with a set of eyes staring right back at me! Startled, I took a few steps back … the door opened and an old lady with a walking stick stepped out.
“What are you looking for, young man?”
When I looked at the broken signage for the eatery, she signaled me to follow.
As I entered and looked at the shambled place, I noticed the woman’s feet were still turned towards me. Blood drained from my face. I fumbled for words. The next thing I knew, I was running towards my car. Looking at the board, I now read it correctly as “DEATH DON’T ENTER”

Note - The requirement for this flash fiction was to complete a story under 250 words and should include elements in the picture prompt ( the fog house and lighthouse )



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