Crocheting Dreams
May 2016 Anne stared at the baby shoes on the table. She had crocheted those soft, tiny shoes, using the warmest shades...
Held in June 2026 · 600 to 900 words · 21 entries
For sale: baby shoes. Never worn. Write a story inspired by this iconic prompt. What happened behind those words?
Prompt by Ranjit Narayanan, inspired by Hemingway's six-word story
May 2016 Anne stared at the baby shoes on the table. She had crocheted those soft, tiny shoes, using the warmest shades...
“Ah … aah … CHOO!” The explosive sneeze rattled cobbler Kanish’s entire frame. His heavy iron scissors jerked violently, cutting a jagged...
A week after her father's funeral, Maya returned to his house alone. Her mother and her husband had left for Haridwar that...
Tiny boots were kept on the table — beige with tiny teddy bears on the top. “These were from the sales section,...
Trupti opened the old Delhi steel trunk that also served as a window seat in her living room. Topped with a thin...
It was around 2.30 pm. Varun checked the To-Do list. Clean Kitchen counter ? Utensils arranged neatly in the sink ? Clothes...
I retired from the NYPD recently and I already miss the pulse of working life — the chase, the noise, the constant...
The poster was displayed on the notice board of the Community Hall. She had put it up with trembling hands, the hands...
“For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.’’ The signboard that brought out collective sighs failed to bother me. The valley had learnt to...
Kashmir of the 18th century. The gurgling Lidder roared like a wounded lioness while smashing itself against boulders, cutting along the sharp...
"Al-Zain?" An old man sitting outside on an upturned crate looked up and pointed toward the far end of the row. She...
The Silent Whisper of the pink shoes. Rinku spent two years in the US after her marriage. She missed her family when...
As his eyes set upon Ko-li’s shining hills, his ears deafened by the cacophony at the shore, Kung Chen realized that nothing...
My wife, Natalie stared at the positive pregnancy test for ten whole minutes. At one point I thought, maybe she felt like...
Raghavan woke up to the sound of his own breathing. It was too loud. Too uneven. For a moment, he didn’t know...
That particular cardboard box had been untouched for twenty-seven years. It sat atop the topmost shelf in their storeroom, untouched through various...
Orange-red coloured leaves covered the streets, some of them turning murky under the weight of footsteps. Mark sat on the porch, overlooking...
“The deepest wounds are not those that bleed, but those that remain unspoken.” - Rainer Maria Rilke The shoes lay quietly in...
The Sale Saga For sale: Baby Shoes . Never worn Shalu's sleepy eyes popped open as she saw this alluring advertisement on...
FOR I prepared for everything. Probabilities. Contingencies. That was just how I was wired. I prepared the room. Painted it in the...
Naina heaved a sigh of relief as she dropped three year old Chirag at the play school. "Three whole hours to myself,"...