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Parched lips say prayers, whispers quieted by the breeze, as fragile as the crinkled autumn leaves surrounding the praying man.  A crimson blanket cloaks Gurkirat, his turban on the ground next to him, abused by his compatriot.  As the night’s darkness and its hellish solemnity yield to an enduring slumber, a chorus of voices of solace and torment, in which his ardor was often stirred as a child, echo from the depths of Gurkirat’s memories. 

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American Dream

PROMPT: Flash Fiction Competition 2020

Parched lips say prayers, whispers quieted by the breeze, as fragile as the crinkled autumn leaves surrounding the praying man.  A crimson blanket cloaks Gurkirat, his turban on the ground next to him, abused by his compatriot.  As the night’s darkness and its hellish solemnity yield to an enduring slumber, a chorus of voices of solace and torment, in which his ardor was often stirred as a child, echo from the depths of Gurkirat’s memories. 

“This land was made for...

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TKD (United States) liked What a Farm Boy Lays Down in a Field (October, 1943) by RenMarie02 (United States)

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To Share A Meal

PROMPT: Food Writing Competition 2020

The velvety freshness of spinach accompanied with the biting taste of mustard seeds overwhelm my senses while the aroma of spices and the fragrance of cumin fill the air.  The saag’s sour-and-spicy amalgam is one to incite envy among other dishes.  

Sitting cross-legged on the floor in the Gurdwara (Sikh Temple), I shovel into my mouth another bite of roti, this time replacing the saag with chhole, the chickpea curry whose piquant flavor is attributed to the masala that stings my tongue and brings tears...

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