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Reedsy Writing Contest #250: AntanaclasisWrite about a character doing something they’ve done hundreds of times — only this time, it’s taken on a new meaning.Twenty years.For twenty years, he had driven the same route, more or less, to and from work. The starting point and the ending point were the same, but the process kept changing. Twenty years of fifty weeks a year, after deducting vacations, five days per week is five thousand workdays. Deduct holidays and days spent going directly to a job site and not to the office, and that number rounds to forty-five hundred or thereabouts. That was t...
Under The Ash
On a regular street, in a regular suburb, you will find a regular house. At a glance, it is not noticeably different than any of the other homes around it. The bricks are worn yet jaunty, the wooden door is tired and in need of another coat of paint, but they all have an almost cheery quality to them, suggesting many happy memories layered into its bones. There is a neat little fence, surrounding a neat little yard, with a neat little swing set tucked into the corner. The yellows and reds of the swings shine a plastic smile at the trim green of the lawn, with its four legs poking into the tuft...
Elements and Allegory
It’s raining now, as I write this, which matches my memory of the day I lost my mother for the first time. It rained at her funeral too, but I’m getting ahead of myself. With all that’s happened recently, my therapist wants me to write my story, “like I’m telling a dear friend.” There was an analogy there too- something about lancing a boil and getting the poison out, but that doesn’t sit quite right with me. I don’t feel full of poison. I don’t feel full of anything. I’m empty, even if the tears still keep flowing- a seemingly inexhaustible supply. But I’m getting ahead of myself, “dear frien...
AN ABIDING AROMA
The kitchen was a total mess but, in a good way. The multi-colored counter was not less than those festive streamers and confetti which Mrs. Suhani Khanna loved to decorate her house with during Diwali or any other festival. The yellow, orange, red and green bell peppers looked so vibrant and their rich aroma when Suhani tossed them in the pan with butter is mesmerizing. The chicken pieces which were resting overnight in the fridge getting an exclusive treatment with hung curd are now ready for the Big-day. A pot full of milk is kept on the stove for boiling. “Kheer” is Suhani’s forte. She use...