Micro Fiction: Ten More 55-word-stories to Light Up Your Day


Last Friday, Vivek Banerjee brought you ten 55-word-stories. Here are ten more.


The monitor suddenly stopped beeping almost causing his heart to stop. The surgeon, intent on his work, didn’t even notice. The anesthetist placed his hands on the patient pulse and found it steady. He realised that the power supply to the monitor had failed and the patient was fine. His own heartbeat returned to normal.


The new teacher would be his next victim, he decided. After all, he was the terror of the school.  He waited for her to enter the class, ready for the confrontation. The lady entered the class, looking like a frightened doe. One look at her eyes, and he was struck dumb. He was in love.


The broker counted the money, stashed it away and smiled. “Don’t worry, sir. Your son’s admission to medical college is assured. Just ask him to leave at least eighty percent of the answer sheet blank.” He had been upright all his life but had to compromise with his principles for the sake of his progeny.


He sat alone in his flat, nursing his beer which had gone flat a long time back. He wondered if he had been a little more understanding and a little less egoistical, Reena would still be with him. “Come back into my life, Reena. I am sorry.” He wished that life had a resume button.


He paled as he perused the ultrasound report. His wife was carrying triplets this time. The twins had just turned four and it was the right time for an addition to the family, they had thought. “We wanted one more, but God decided to send us triplets?!!” He thought. “Now we are in serious trouble.”

 Eye witness

The one room chawl accommodated the entire family of seven. The newly wedded couple could not stay away from each other for long and sneaked away for a tryst. As they made out on the terrace, oblivious to the discomfort and the cold, the lone cat blinked at them, a mute witness to their passion.


Murder, she thought. Sprayed almost the entire contents of the insecticide and went to sleep, confident that the vermin would be exterminated by the morning. But a nasty surprise awaited her. When she woke -up early next morning, her kitchen was overrun by cockroaches as usual. Spray had not worked. Time to phone pest-control, she decided.


It was their tenth marriage anniversary and he had forgotten about it. After waiting the whole day for some kind of acknowledgment, his wife gave him hell and they ended up fighting bitterly as usual. He could not sleep; and while tossing and turning, he wondered whether their marriage was an event or an accident.


The frail old lady stared blankly.

“Do you remember the day I got my medical degree! You were so happy.” Her daughter said with a cheer she did not feel in her heart. In fact the only thing she felt was a deep dread as she recognized the relentless progress of symptoms of Alziemer’s disease.


The mobiles started ringing at midnight as the rumors about the imminent flood spread throughout the city. By four in the morning, the entire city was awake and on the roofs, prepared for the sudden deluge. But the river waters never rose and Yamuna flowed serenely, as if laughing at the phenomena of mass hysteria


Vivek Banerjee is a pediatrician by choice and a writer by chance. He tries to escape from the pressures of his profession by seeking refuge in the world of writing. His debut novel The Long Road, which was well received by readers, was published by Cedar- an imprint of Pustak Mahal in December 2010. He counts photography as a recent obsession.

Image Courtesy: Wikimedia Commons


  1. Oh Wow! 😀 These are truly wonderful! 🙂


  2. Nice, the breadth of variety and the depth almost every story brought with it speaks volumes for the imagination of the writer 🙂


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