Flash Fiction 2011 First Prize, Madhavi Vaidya

Dada He sat in a perfect squat, with a distinct arch in his back. He bent over the variety of vegetables spread in front of him as he gently sliced them all with his heavily wrinkled fingers. Chop, chop, chop he went on stupendously, even with the teary onions. As his misty eyes spilled onion … Continue reading Flash Fiction 2011 First Prize, Madhavi Vaidya