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Tame the wild

“They need to be tamed,” remarked the husband exasperatedly as I struggled yet again to rein in my wayward creative juices.

Epiphany struck even as I heard him cry triumphantly,

"There! Found you!"

Followed by chastened meows from under a thick blanket.

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Word count: 42
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  1. Writing such short fiction is most likely challenging as you say, though you did great at it Uma. :) Albeit I had to read it twice as I could interpret this in at least two different ways...or is that just me?! ;) <3

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    1. Exactly, Elly, to be able to write precisely and crisply does pose a challenge and chances are that the piece can be interpreted in more than one way. I'm eager to see how I perform on the grid. Thank you for your encouragement <3

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  2. Ha ha! That was fun and in just 42 words. aren't you so awesome? I just cannot write fewer words - look at my comments. Already 20+ :)

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    1. Not awesome at all, Parul. You must read the veterans on the grid. Thank you so much for showing your appreciation <3

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  3. Hahahaha, that was so awesome!

    I have missed your writing Uma. But now I am back! :)

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    1. So glad to have you back too, Soumya. Feels great to know that my writing was missed, although, I've been away on and off for quite sometime now. Hopefully, I get back to some regular writing. Thanks a ton! <3

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  4. Nice...I love the gargleblasters...they really challenge you! :)

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    1. Totally, thank you, Sanchi! :-)

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  5. Good one, Uma! So much said in such few words. Remarkable!

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    1. Thanks a lot for your words of encouragement, Beloo <3

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    1. So glad you enjoyed the piece, Rajlakshmi. Thank you!! :-)

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  7. Wow! I admire writers who can express so well in so little words. Lovely, Uma.

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    1. Thanks a lot, Sid. Means a lot :-)

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  8. wowowowow. How I missed reading you. This was too good. Those few words,,,said a lot!

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    1. So glad to hear your say this, Red. Gratified and humbled :-)

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  9. Too good in too few words, Uma. :)

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  10. A whole lot said in just 42 words.enjoyed reading it.

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  11. Haha. Yes I could interpret this two different ways too

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  12. I'm not sure one can ever completely tame a cat!

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    1. That's true in a way, Stacie. Thanks for the read and comment :-)

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