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.”

A New Leaf – a short, short story

Kumar arched his body back. It was a relief to be finally out of jail.
Six months for a petty crime? The purse had a measly five hundred rupees. Six months for that?
He had found religion behind bars. Yoga, reading from the scriptures, daily visits to the jail temple.
Six months later, he was a changed man.
“Live an honest life, make us proud! ” said the jailor as he signed him out.
“I promise!”
Kumar was ready to face the world.
“Ouch!” the man exclaimed. He had bumped into Kumar.
“Sorry sir,” said Kumar and moved aside. The man hurried on his way.
Something on the ground caught Kumar’s eye. It was a purse. He bent over and picked it up.
“Stop him! He picked my pocket !” The man was shouting. Kumar looked around. The next minute he found the hands of a guard from the jail on his neck.
“Back to your old habits?”
He dragged a protesting Kumar back through the gates. The gates slammed shut behind them.

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.