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Three stories from Rathin Bhattacharjee

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100-word Challenge At The Other End of The Rainbow “There lies a treasure at the other end of the rainbow.” These words of the wise made Ron hit the road when he saw a rainbow emerging across the sky after a light drizzle one day. Days had turned to months, months to years before he finally got to the other end. But there’s no treasure! True meaning of the words of the wise was driven home sometime later when he realised that the experience he had gained from his treasure-haunt, the aesthetic pleasure he derived from the exquisite view all around, was worth more than that of a goldmine! Author’s Bio: Rathin Bhattacharjee is from India, English Teacher, Principal, SXPS, won HM’s Gold Medal for Lifetime Achievement in Teaching (2018). Published, anthologised extensively, he loves accepting challenges. God’s Sense of Justice The day a commemorative meeting was held in honour of Ranak’s Jyatha where the invited guests didn’t utter a single word abou...
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Earl Grey - Not

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 EARL GREY - NOT.  On Mars, Dave's robot, Barry, was learning  to brew tea. It was terribly British but shockingly awful. When Dave sipped Barry’s first attempt, his eyebrows nearly launched themselves into orbit. “Barry, is this Earl Grey or motor oil?” he asked. Barry’s circuits whirred. “It’s a hybrid!” he replied, sounding uncommonly peeved for a robot. Suddenly, the teapot beeped, sprouted legs, and ran towards the airlock. Dave chased it, shouting, “Come back, I need caffeine!” Barry blinked, confused. “Tea on Mars has unpredictable behavioural issues, ” Dave mused. “Next time, I’ll ask Barry to make toast. At least the bread won’t escape!” by Heather Turnbull
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Blue Remembrance on a Waikiki Beach

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Blue Remembrance on a Waikiki Beach   My third Blue Hawaiian was an azure pool in a glass, the colour of the shirt I buried you in, the sea glass on the bracelet you gave me on our honeymoon. Each sip, a memory. As the last ukulele notes faded, I drifted from the bar to the shore.   There, I wrestled jagged driftwood to my chest. The pyre would finally release you. I called your name as sapphire flames clawed towards the heavens. Then I unclasped the bracelet. The beads caught the firelight, a final constellation, before I let them fall dissolving into fire, into ash, into sky.   Mary Anne McEnery
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Take a Break fiction magazine

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Take a Break fiction magazine has given its writers their marching orders and now uses AI.   Short stories appearing in the title credited to the in-house team are 100% AI generated. You are not obliged to buy this publication which has replaced writers with machines.  George Orwell predicted this in 1984. Novels for the proles were produced by novel-writing machines. The only human involvement was to keep the machines oiled. AI has great potential but as long as Big Business has control of it, AI can only be used for their purposes. Writers for #worthingflash have rejected the use of AI to write stories. If you don't like writing stories you can always do something else!  Derek McMillan     
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Perseverance

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PERSEVERANCE My father was a clever-clogs. His degree Finals paper set three compulsory questions and one optional. Choosing the gyroscope question, his result was ridiculous; another method – same result, yet another – same again. Time was now up; he’d failed. When the results were posted, his name was top. He visited his professor to get the error corrected. You were the only student to tackle the gyroscope question. The professor said. But I didn’t solve it. Father responded. You did! Gyroscopes generate astonishing forces, as you demonstrated three different ways. Remarkable! He’d passed! Frances Aitken
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Unplanned B

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UNPLANNED B by Gary L. Dozier      She lays in bed by the phone waiting for Nate's call.  He never calls. She takes a warm bubble bath with a glass of wine and candles waiting  for Nate's text.  He never texts.  She blows the candles out.  Drinks the  last swig of wine.  Exits the tub.  The doorbell rings.  She answers the  door dripping wet in her bath towel.  To her surprise it's Jonathan with a  bottle of wine and massage oil, ready to supply her demand.
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Everyday Fiction

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I can recommend Everyday Fiction as a place to submit your work. They also pay you three Canadian dollars! https://everydayfiction.com/the-ira-gunman-by-derek-mcmillan/
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