Happy Mother’s Day!
Tom’s uncle was a scientist. He remembered that the last time, he visited his lab; he was working around many plants.
It was Tom’s birthday. His mother decorated the home with balloons. Tom turned eight years old that day. He sat in front of his cake, with a knife in his hand. It had white icing, chocolate chips and seven colorful candles.
This is a short story, which can be part of an unfinished novel. This story is one of my early morning musings.
In the midst of silent forest, Mynee heard a shrill screech. A creature which was as dark as the night swooped past Mynee. The little mouse quickly hid itself in the tree’s borrow and waited for the nocturnal visitor to leave.
‘Now, now, Mynee, I know you are a brave and clever mouse.’ said the Sier and looked at Mynee’s chopped off tail. ‘You can figure out how to escape those dangerous creatures’.
The Sun was off to sleep after a long day at work. The twilight announced that the moon came for the night shift. The children gathered in front of Grandnana’s house. He sat in his recliner chair, on his front porch. The wrinkles on Grandnana’s skin revealed his ripe age, like the rings on a tree trunk.