Stormy We-ther

She stood with her black face some six inches from the moist window-pane and wondered would it ever stop raining.

Alice’s hand outstretched on the open window feeling on her palm the raindrops that were as cold as her husband, Jim. Weather forecast announced that a storm was expected that night, she foreseen that a storm was already passing by in her life.

Sketches of Childhood

If a household never ends a day without finishing the chores, my Ate Lisa and I complete our days in a different way. We had our petty quarrels as a daily routine. Some people say that it’s just normal but I think it is like a sore in the mouth that you keep on biting accidentally.

For the last few months, our house had been under renovation. The construction made everything in the house chaotic. Most of our things were packed in sacks and placed in a vacant room. Dust particles in the air stimulated my allergic rhinitis, resulting to my hot-headedness. An argument couldn’t be avoided in the household with everything in the house a mess. For me, who usually returned home from my boarding house in Mintal twice a month, the house was unlivable. I believe that a home should be comfortable, but that time it seemed like a storm had passed there.

Mother of Crimes

I hate them

so I killed them…

Chalice

Fr. Ignacio gave a last glance at the orange sun half-submerged in the gleaming sea from the window and took a sip from the silver cup which contained a reddish liquid. “I’m sorry I brought you here, Elena. I didn’t know that our stroll on the shore would tire you immediately.”

Racing Wheels

When I was six

my father and I had a bicycle race.

“If you lose, I will leave you and go to work.”

The road was still wide

and the grasses wet with dew.

He didn’t wait nor let me win.

Twelve years later,

Family

After the long wait,
the raindrop finally fell,
it dropped on the lake
where it drew perfect circle
putting life in the stillness.