Assorted Tales

These are a collection of micro-fiction.

Conversation

Son: ‘Give me hundred rupees.

Mother: ‘Are you out of your mind? Are you insane? I will call the cops and put you in an asylum’.

Son: ‘I am begging you to dole out 100 Bucks’

Mother: ‘Go to hell. I can’t do it right now’.

A Tryst with a Publisher

I have completed a novel and I sent samples to a publisher and they became interested in my work. However, they charge a fee of 1500$. Now, I don’t have the money with me. Every day they used to call me. And I used to keep the dates postponing by giving them silly excuses. Then I chose to end this fiasco by sending them an SMS. In it I said: the money for the book was invested in a private financial company which became bankrupt. The truth is I don’t have the money and I am dependent on winning a windfall. Whatever I am telling the publisher is all a fib.

A Rendezvous with a Real Estate Dealer

I made an appointment with a real estate dealer in order to buy a house. The broker invited me to come and visit the project. Every time when the day came, I used to ring them up and tell them lies like: my father is dead, I am going out of station, I have Corona and so on. I finally decided to end this fiasco and I sent them an SMS saying that I am financially broke and I can’t make a commitment right now. So , please excuse me.