Do you like a good mystery? Who doesn’t, right? Bitten by the ‘mystery’ bug, we have been binge-watching Sherlock Holmes series, reading Hercule Poirot’s stories, and playing detective games. We unabashedly call it “the researching”. For today’s prompt, you are the culprit and the detective. How so? I am glad you ask. Read the rules and the prompt awaits you… because rules are important-
So are you ready for this week’s prompt? It’s neither a sentence prompt nor a picture prompt. It is just an instruction that you need to follow. Hide at least one truth about yourself in the story, among the lies. Hide it well, let the readers guess, have fun reading others’ stories, and guessing their truth amidst the lies. Make Sherlock proud, use the ‘science of deduction’. 😉 Take out the magnifying glass and read between the lines.
“Seven questions only” Saina explained, holding a list of questions. She had no choice but to meet “prospective grooms”. Having met six guys already, she was losing hope.
“Two can play a game. Bring it on!” Raj rubbed hands gleefully.
“Zodiac sign?” Saina started.
“What?” He faked an exaggerated, shocked expression.
“I ask. You answer,” chewing the pen’s end, she replied.
“Leo. I’m a Leo.” Shaking his head, he answered.
” What is your dream?”
“Now we are talking. I always wanted to be a doctor. Now, I want to be the president of the country”, Looking serious, he sipped his coffee.
“Are you happy with your life?” she asked.
“I don’t have any regrets. I have always done what I wanted to. Few mistakes here and there. I am happy. ”
“What do you look for in your partner?” Scribbling the answer in an illegible writing, she asked.
Glancing at her notes, he sighed, “a good handwriting, along with honesty.”
“And love?” Ignoring the handwriting comment, she questioned.
“Absolutely. And I will count it as a question” he smiled.
“What do you think love is?”
” Love is love,” he replied.
“How profound!” She sarcastically said.
“I mean. It is inside me, I have not found the one I can share it with. Or maybe I have found her, but she doesn’t know it.” He replied and waited for the last question.
Closing her notebook, she asked, “Another round of coffee?”
“Yes. My turn. Why seven?”
“It is my lucky number.” She smiled.