Archive for authorVibgyor Virtues

Dyslexic word enthusiast with a fondness for ink and all things four legged.

Fiction: Ginger Tea

I placed the tray on the table between our chairs and handed Ma her cup. Her first sip was chased by a grunt. “There is ginger in this. I didn’t say I wanted ginger.” My mother never wanted ginger in her tea. My mother also never liked tea without ginger.

Short Fiction: After Hours

I wonder if the woman being spoken of understands the events transpiring around her. If she advanced towards an unwelcoming audience or if she has fallen prey to the many stereotypes surrounding us.
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