Water splashes in sync with the creaking of boats. On the shore, children run, and adults do chores in and near the huts. “This river originates in the mountain where your ancestors are from.” “My ancestors, Grandpa?” “Yes. Those you never met, some even I never met.” “You? You know everybody.” “I might be older than you but, no, I do not know everybody.” “Do … Continue reading sail away
After losing my husband and his sister, he and I had only each other. Taking care of a large, senior dog alone was difficult, and realizing I was losing him also was…devastating. Continue reading entropy
The rain pelts down on the remnants of civilization—reflections of flashing red lights, flyers with blurred words, and discarded paper wraps. Tall buildings behind the mist are quiet, windows dark.I cross the empty street.My head tells me to hurry, but my feet feel clumsy. I glance behind and see no one. Hear no footsteps. Only shadows shrouded in the night rain linger.The rain pummels harder.Thump, … Continue reading a ghostwriter
“Hello.”“Hello there. I’m just calling to let you know that I’m on my way.”“You’re coming to take him.”“Yes.”“Take me, too.”“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”“I don’t wanna be left alone.”“I know it’s hard.”“You’ve taken everybody.”“I’ll come back for you some other time.”“Don’t keep me waiting too long.”“You’ll be fine.”“I’ll have to be. Again. Alright. See you soon, Death.” For What Do You See #122. Continue reading a call
It lay on the ground in the shade behind a rock. Its feathers quivering in the crisp breeze, feet stiff and apart, and eyes void. On our morning walk, my dog took me to it. I later went back alone, a shovel in my hand. When I got to the spot, though, it was gone. Could it have been just stunned, woke up eventually and … Continue reading light and shadow
I have been watching her for a while now. I watch and follow her, while she ponders, talks, reads, and writes. I don’t want her to see me. I’m afraid she wouldn’t like me. I would scare her, upset her. She is so sensitive and delicate. Captivating, indeed. I wish I could just keep watching her from afar. Time is running out, however, … Continue reading death and a girl
For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Experimental. I think – When I was born, I was capable of seeing more than my eyes could see. Soon, I started to lose sight and learn to stare only at my feet. I might notice, once in a while, that I can still see much more than my footprints; the sky, mountains, oceans, moon and sun, … Continue reading wasting my life
Life in the jungle is harsh, and peace rests in death. “They wouldn’t come near the dead of their own kind,” someone once said. What’s left, however, entraps the grieving and wanderers. 何かやっても、何もやらなくても、一生懸命生きてる。 何かやりたいことがあるんだったら、やってみたら？ Continue reading the wonder of a jungle
“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 the unknown. It seems infinite. “Almost done,” I cheer him … Continue reading indefinite
“We are all mortal until the first kiss and the second glass of wine.” ~ Eduardo Galeano I guess, if I am not willing to take a risk and go for the unusual, I will remain trapped in this limbo. For The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge, Unusual. Continue reading immortal
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