Gouri Prakash
Stories (6/0)
The escape
She lifted the photo frame. Handcrafted, it made for the perfect souvenir. She was about to set it in her suitcase when she heard an unintended shuffle. Puzzled, she shook the frame forcefully. It was as if the hollows of the wooden frame were filled with sand.
By Gouri Prakash11 months ago in Fiction
The Concession
I was two cars away, from placing my order over the mouthpiece, when Alanis Morrissette, was unceremoniously interrupted, by the incessant strumming of a guitar ring tone. An unknown number flashed across the screen of my car’s audio system. Irritated, I pressed the green icon. It was still not intuitive for me to press the 'Decline' icon.
By Gouri Prakashabout a year ago in Fiction
Wanderlust
Tangerine sunshine, Cerulean splendor awaits, Give in, getaway
By Gouri Prakashabout a year ago in Poets
Inked
Solace glides in. Stains of, belladonna nights, are finally inked.
By Gouri Prakashabout a year ago in Poets