• Father's day gift

    Jan 14, 2020 • 1 minute(s)

    She teetered over to his legs holding a handmade cigarette box when he arrived home from work. Inside, a rolled paper tube read: “Last one?” He set it on the shelf by the door, and swept her up in his arms as she giggled.

  • Our Christmases

    Dec 25, 2017 • 1 minute(s) • ▶️ audio.mp3

    A loud thump echoed, followed by a splash. A small head peeped above the large white pile and gazed upon the sky as it was starting to snow. The cute despise in the half closed, squinted eyes of a victim that just got hit by a snowball. Howling wind and whizzing ice balls causing fire on our cheeks. Running back and forth, making forts — just having fun. I look forward to our Christmases.

  • Two-man rule sanity

    Jul 17, 2017 • 1 minute(s)

    Last night a war broke out in my country. Screams filled the darkness with terror. Someone misissued a launch order – on our own land.

  • A Ferry Rendezvous

    Jul 10, 2017 • 2 minute(s)

    Standing in the shade, I watched the ferry glide into the harbour. The sun was not at the zenith yet, but the heat was already stifling. I leaned against the wall, waiting for the crowd to clear out. You were nowhere to be seen, but the burst of emotions was already engulfing me as the ferry slowed to a stop. I couldn’t wait a moment longer.

  • A Sight On The Stairs

    Apr 13, 2015 • 1 minute(s)

    I remember seeing a girl crying on the stairs. Her new friend was there too, comforting her. She was weeping how her boyfriend makes her sad. He just hugged her there, and listened to her cries. I see them still, now and then, kissing beneath trees. He needed not a word to win her heart.

  • A Curious Mole

    Jun 12, 2013 • 4 minute(s)

    Thrumming of the tires on the white pathway threaded the silence in cadence with the valve stem pattering on the bicycle fork. I turned the black pedals, chasing Her through the greenery while the wind brushed my cheeks. We rode slower than usual. A short wooden bridge before the long mowed down field. Just as I thought we’d pass it by, She glanced over Her shoulder, checking if I’m following Her, and veered off the path, slowing down in the middle of the meadow. The sun burst with pleasure knowing two cyclists are stopping to enjoy its warm rays. She dismounted Her bike and gently set it by a mole hill protruding from the ground. Her smile widened as She waited for me to catch up.