The Challenge…

55-word microfiction.

Themes: Love, Hate, Jealousy, Greed/ Gluttony, Philandering.

 

Love

He calls me Ragini. I’m not just an inanimate flute to him. I come to life in his hands. I breathe with his breath and sing to the music in his soul.. matching him… beat for beat, rhythm for rhythm. I desire nothing but to belong to him—to draw my life from his lips.

Hate

There are times when he seems sunk in a stupor. Such periods last for weeks. Those days he shuns me as if he can’t bear to look at me. He feels guilty for abandoning me and punishes himself for doing it. I could happily kill it, this thing that makes him do this to us.

Jealousy

Three weeks ago he bought himself a sitar. Since then, he has spent every moment of his time with her—calling her DHUN. When I see his fingers moving over her, caressing her, sliding over her wires, I pray she would disintegrate into dust. There, he is at her again! I can’t bear it anymore!

Greed

Dhun has come undone! 🙂 He is with me again, every moment he can spare. He carries me in his pocket, keeps me at his lips all day. I sing my heart out. Yet, there is no peace in my soul. I want more of him… until he pours his being into me and fills my hollowness.

Philandering

His brother is such a hunk! I’ve been in a delirium since he put me to his lips. His fingers move over me in a way I have never experienced. I didn’t know I knew the songs he makes me sing. I hope he stays for a few days. Just… for a change of taste. 🙂

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Note: The flute symbolizes man’s creative ability and passion. These stories are the voice of that passion…  for once coming to life… making themselves heard. All except the last one. That didn’t really fit. But the challenge demanded it.