indefinite

  “How much longer?” he whines. “Not much,” I smile. A person dies, and another is born. It seems infinite. It goes on and on and on, not in circles, just keeps going with no end in sight. “Ugh,” he groans. Religions and academia give incomplete answers. The world we see is a fraction of…

home

  It’s not bad. We play outside during the day if it’s not raining. But, at night, I get scared, especially when they don’t put on the lights.       For Friday Fictioneers – 25 August 2017  

confidante

  We laugh and giggle at the silliest things, exchanging the knowing glances. Once we settle down a little, we poke at the crumbs on the plate with dessert forks. We have been sipping stagnant and lukewarm tea in a set of fine china. “I always have fun when I’m with you. You’re hilarious.” “Aww…

a phone call away

  She felt no one understood her or appreciated her. She had to do it. There was no other way. She noticed the old pay phone on the wall and looked askance at it. Could it change the course of history? If I talk to someone? Possibly. She then realized that she couldn’t recall any…

grief, grit, and grace

  “Young people nowadays….” “What about them?” “They are ignorant, irresponsible.” “Young people tend to be bold and brave.” “Nah, they are wimps, weak. They can’t handle any interference. They just get frustrated.” “Like you do? When they upgrade the system?” “Hmm….” “They’ll get old enough to critique the next generation. We seem to keep…

eyes

He sniffs my mouth, and I pat his head. He pants, and I place the choke chain around his neck and grab the end of the leash. “Let’s go.” We stride out into the crisp air and cool mist, and our footsteps break the hush of early morning. On our usual path, we slow down…

kisses

The first kiss was special. The second kiss was subtle. The third kiss proved crucial. The fourth kiss echoed more. The fifth kiss dared to explore. The sixth kiss uttered a roar. The seventh kiss comforted. The eighth kiss confided. The ninth kiss felt legit. The tenth kiss was too ornate. The eleventh kiss, to…

arctic intelligence (A.I.)

  “He didn’t make it.” “Not all of us do.” “Not in this freezing temperature. Alexa, get us out of here.” “Okay. Cortana, show me the map.” “I’m sorry I can’t do that.” “Okay. Siri, show me the map.” “I’m not sure I understand. My apologies.” “Google, what’s going on?” “There is a technical problem…

getting on on her own

When was the last time I ate at the table? Glancing at the layer of dust on the dining table, she walks into the bedroom, settles on the bed and turns on TV. She needs commotions and voices. Her mind is not focused on the program. She stares at the screen, and a commercial blares…

still standing

Her mother fussed over while Shino prepared to leave for school that morning. Eat your breakfast. What’s wrong with your hair. Shino just ignored until mother pointed out the socks she was wearing, Those are not for school! “Leave me be!” Shino barked at her mother. Shino never looked at her or said a word…

mis. anthrope

The friendship of quality, not in quantity. Yesterday, JoAnn hurt me. Today’s special; my best friend, Betsy. For Three Line Tales, Week 60     相変わらず、他人に振り回される生活を続けています。 自分をしっかり持てとか、自信を持てとか、もはやそういう次元ではないんです。 これで、自分が意外と幸せなんだと思うんです。 葉っぱが、ひらひらと当てもなく降ってきて、ポトンと落ちるような、ああいう他愛ないものなんです。 自分って。  

memory lane

I hear cracking and crashing under my feet but can’t look down long enough to find out on what I’m stepping. I have to keep my eyes ahead to see where I’m going. Beads of sweat form on my forehead and trickle down on my cheek and neck. I keep pushing my way through the…