Divine Help – a short, short story

Raju picked up the mathematics textbook and turned the pages.
“You cannot learn mathematics by turning the pages! You have to practice solving the sums,” said his mother.
Now it was too late. It was Monday the exams started at 8.30 AM. He put on his school uniform.
“Take your umbrella,” his mother yelled from the kitchen.
As if in a dream, he picked up the umbrella and opened the door. He got hit by a sheet of rain. There was water everywhere.
“Raj, where are you off too?” it was his father shouting over the sound of the rain.
“What school? Did you not hear today morning’s news? The heavy rains filled up the dams. They have opened the shutters. All low-lying areas in the village have flooded. Your school is under five feet of water and is closed for a week. Shut the door and get inside.”

Survival – a short, short story

Someone tossed a slice of stale bread at him.
Humans could be weird that way. What would appeal to one would repel someone else.

Slowly he made his way to the edge of the road.
The mid-day traffic was at its crazy worst. Vehicles in all shapes and sizes hurtled across the street. One false step and they would have to scrape you off the sidewalk.

He saw a break in the mad rush of vehicles and ran across to the other side.
Too late! He saw some children walking towards him. He hid behind a dumpster, luckily they missed him and walked by. He waited for them to disappear in the distance.

There was a kind butcher on this street. He always threw him a nice bone.
Life was tough for a stray dog.

A New Beginning – a short, short story

He looked at the floor indicator.
“Damn!” he cursed.
It was taking forever to climb the eight floors. Not that anyone was waiting. The pink slip was unexpected. The folder contained the latest resume.
Finally, the lift doors opened. The perfume brought the jasmine bushes from his childhood to mind. He noticed the eyes were a shade of brown.

She had recently moved in.
He managed a weak smile. To his surprise, he got a smile back.
He felt that the lift was faster than usual on the way down.
He let her step out first.

She turned towards him and said, “Bye.”
Another smile followed it!
He watched as she disappeared down the street.
He looked at his folder and sighed. It could be his lucky day after all!