one last time

Using both hands, I squeeze the toothpaste tube to get out what little is left inside. A morsel of the past thrusts out with escaping air. Next time, I will have to brush my teeth with the new and unfamiliar toothpaste I bought at a local store. *** As I drove out of the driveway, I did not turn. In the rearview mirror, however, stood … Continue reading one last time

comfort

“How many years?”“Thirty-three.”“Oh, my… But why?”“Why what?”“Why did you come back now?”“I’ve no one there. No job, either. My mom’s here. And my sister, too.”“Uh-huh. And how are you doing so far?”“Better than I thought I would, I think.”“You think?”“Yeah.”“Things are different from what you remember or are used to, I suppose.”“The sky’s the same.” For Friday Fictioneers. Continue reading comfort

in the autumnal twilight

“We have teacups for green tea,” Mother told me. “Thanks, but I’m fine drinking green tea from a mug.” I have been doing so for a while. In chapter one of my life, I did take my green tea in a little porcelain teacup with no handle. That is what the people around me always did, and I did the same. Outside my tiny world, … Continue reading in the autumnal twilight

an ephemerist

Walking down the street, looking at the feet.Averting connection, avoiding intervention.Hurting, in pain, voicing in vain.Knowing nothing, afraid of everything. Kindness unnoticed, a sole ephemerist.Invisible, invincible, obtrusive, and miscible.The forgotten truth that came with youthGone, gone, gone at the break of dawn. What’s left is a list of analyses.Algorithm to carnivorism. If I could talk to the younger me,I would balk at a plea.Why I … Continue reading an ephemerist

a ghost

The sound of an escaping breath wakes me up. I slowly open my eyes and notice the pale light. The curtains, which I’m sure I had closed before I went to bed, are wide open. A figure stands by the window. Its smooth face, which is shined by the moonlight, stares outside. I stay quiet and still. The figure sighs, turns its head towards me, … Continue reading a ghost