Saturday, December 18, 2010

60 word fiction-II

In the post-modern world, he'd read, there are no moral absolutes. He'd tried finding solace in other philosophical abstractions, in the works of men and women who had devoted their lives to the pursuit of elusive answers. In their defence, he thought, the questions were engaging enough. But this time, there were far too many miscalculations in his moral mathematics.

Thursday, December 9, 2010

60 word fiction

The cigarette hung impossibly suspended between his index and middle fingers. He turned towards her, and watched the last rays of the Bombay evening do a tap-dance across her face. She turned away, and now her almond eyes seemed to be taking in all of Malabar Hill, on the other side of the water. There was nothing to be said.