Story

There was a story in her eyes,

one she couldn’t hide,

in her words.

poetry and image copyright neha 2017

Dad- Microfiction

Mom yelled to clean the mess.

Dad came to help.

She flew her first paper plane that afternoon.

free google image/ story copyright neha 2017

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Post Prompted by Terribly Tiny Tales Prompt – ‘Dad’ on twitter.

Where the story ends

Flying home

across sunset

is where the story ends

always 

poetry and image copyright 2015 neha

 

Ink Stained Hands

You stared,

at your ink stained hands,

writing your life story on the page.

poem and image copyright neha 2015