She opens the plastic cover halfway as the instruction on the box states and places the tray of lasagna in the microwave. While waiting, she watches a YouTube video of a stray dog being rescued. From the covered with a mat of hair and filth to the tail-wagging, adorable. Beep. Beep. She takes the tray out and peels off the cover, avoiding the hot … Continue reading covered


    A red wallet, a cell phone, a pair of glasses, and a pen. The contents seemed untouched. A dog walker had found a purse in the bush at the park across from the police station and brought it in. The shoulder strap was torn, but the metal clasp still locked. A $100 bill was safely tucked inside the unscathed wallet. There was, however, … Continue reading belongings

a twister

  They covered their ears and kept their eyes closed. Under the billowing clouds, the wind whistled and rattled everything, and leaves and twigs twirled and rolled. They huddled and waited. When the wind died down, they staggered out. The sky was clear, and the gigantic plants vibrant. “Hey, she’s back!” “What?” “There!” They looked where his pudgy finger was pointing. Something purple glistened in … Continue reading a twister


  I am a fraud, she wipes off the sweat with the serviette. Watching the reactions of other dinner guests, she imitates and bobs her head in unison and lets out a guffaw of laughter a few seconds too late, following everyone else’s. She could hardly taste the food, concentrating on not making mistakes, on reacting appropriately. “To ideologies and agendas.” A gray-haired gentleman at … Continue reading banana


  The remanence of equatorial daylight struggled under the surging black clouds. Tweeting birds fused with misty bamboo trees in silhouette. A current of damp wind flowed over the tea bushes and flipped the last page of the book on her lap. Completely unplugged at a lavish eco-lodge for a week, she felt herself rebooting. Soon she’d be back to the world compressed into the … Continue reading disconnected

and many more

  “Happy Birthday, Grandma!” The old living room smelled of new paint and was filled with a cacophony and commotion of children and adults whom she barely recognized. She sat in the family heirloom wingback chair, which the daughter-in-law had recently reupholstered with the “candy apple” cover. She missed her husband, her children’s father, who had passed away years earlier. She thought of her friends, … Continue reading and many more