Found: There's No Place Like Rome.
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I have a holiday in Rome coming up, so I'm sharing all the places I can't
wait to see, shop, and, of course, eat. My annotated map included!
V has started this blog where you write very, very, very short stories within or around 55 words on a particular theme for that day and mail them to him(vivek dot tejuja @gmail.com) and he puts them all up together, theme-wise. I'd say it's the Haiku of the prose online-world.
Reading these stories together, I come across as a monogamy-screwing, adulterous, relationship breaking bitch, don't I?
Following're the two stories I contributed, the former on the theme of 'Cooking' and the later on 'Monsoon'.
On their anniversary, he cut himself twice while cooking a surprise dinner for her. Tortelli di zucca. He knew her weakness for all things Italiano. She came as night fell and he brought in the ravioli. "We've to talk." The love affair ended when she left him for the neighbour. The neighbour was an Italian.
The rain had drenched her by the time she'd reached his apartment. He was not home, being still stuck in the traffic. She got out the spare key he'd given her. Drying herself, she looked for clothes in the closet. His were a few sizes too large for her. She settled for his wife's instead.
Reading these stories together, I come across as a monogamy-screwing, adulterous, relationship breaking bitch, don't I?
no i dont see a pattern, apart from that, the stories are open at both ends, which is inevitable in case of very very short stories