Five. Four. Three. Two. One. The pedestrian light turned green exactly as I stepped onto the lane. The honks of cars during the afternoon rush were drowned out by the pop music playing through my headphones. My pace had already adjusted to the beat of the music. It was faster than that of the other…
Tag: Flash Fiction
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The Message
7:00 am. I squinted against the sunlight streaming through the window before reaching out to turn off my phone’s alarm. One month, two weeks, four days. I rolled over in bed, trying to get the blood flowing. The mattress now felt oddly larger than it used to. Like the days before, I unlocked my phone…
The Father (Part 3 of 3)
The Dreamer (part 1) The Girlfriend (part 2) Maya, As usual, today should be like any other day—supposed to be. It’s been a while since I’ve had a quiet morning coffee. Our child was still fast asleep in her crib, unlike the other days when she usually wakes before I do. I’m thankful that the…
The Writer
I am voyaging towards the unknown. Slowly, I felt the paper against my hands as I crumpled it into a ball. Another one of those drafts written and yet remain unsent. The paper balled in my hands as I tried to squeeze in as much as I can. I am never good enough. My phone…
The Proposer
I stared at the ceiling. Pitch black, there is no difference even with the water welling out of my eyes. Damn. Pull it together. This day started out just a regular Monday morning. A heavy egg and corned beef at the fastfood corner, two spoons of sugar and creamer blended on the hot coffee in…
The Winemaker
“What” and “If” are two words as non-threatening as words can be. But put them together side-by-side and they have the power to haunt you for the rest of your life: What if? What if? What if? I don’t know how your story ended but if what you felt then was true love, then it’s…
The Farmer
Selection day. Today is my eighteenth birthday. And today, I have the right to choose my own Craft. It is the only day in my life when I may choose to become a farmer like my parents—or choose from the other Crafts. The town of Petani has three Crafts, as decreed by the Council: the…
The Wanderer
The pot of boiling water shook on the brick stove. I was about to place the fresh deer meat my father had hunted from the forest when I heard the heavy galloping of horses. I removed the firewood and watched the flames die down, leaving behind blackened remnants of charred wood. The deer was big—bigger…
The Wife
I really wish you knew what he is capable of before you entertained him in your life as I had the littlest of an idea when we started out. All I saw were his good sides, I was so into him I never heeded the advice from my friends. However, six months of marriage made me see the whole picture of him.
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