One ripe afternoon, two college girls draped themselves on the steps of the stairs that skirted out of a great hall. One’s lithe body seemed haphazardly flung, like a strip of satin left to conform to the contours of solid marble. Almost in a sunbathing manner, her head was tilted upward – towards the sun – like a Sunflower absorbing solar power. Confidence emanated from her manner –the one who was the taller of the two.
The shorter girl kept more to herself, it seemed. Her palms were wedged in the space formed and pressed between the back of the thighs and the calves – a curious folded position that almost mimics that of a fetus. Clearly, what sprang forth from her was an impression of subjugation and reserve.
The two were complementary to each other.
The taller girl suddenly hoisted herself up and faced the shorter one. She was bent on saying something – a confession?… an idea?… an unveiling? Continue reading “Two Ionas in a Shell”
I remember him now – that guy on TV, the one who landed third place in Hear Ye, Theatre Calls. I can’t believe he lost to farmer boy, Venoit… but it is expected; Venoit performed better – best, I mean. The battle of a talent attuned to popular taste versus skill and expertise harnessed by training and theoretical knowledge. Continue reading “Frio who had an Afro”
The heat stifled me, so I went to sleep. No one expects rain in this kind of summer heat; it is too hot to welcome rain.
I tossed and turned. I’d feel sticky if I remained in one position. The man beside me snores and moans, snores and complains. I don’t blame him. Men are meant to generate heat. Continue reading “A Midnight Hunger”
“Okay. Next. Let’s listen to your position, Miss Evergreen. Step on the riser and begin…” instructed Miss Hally.
“Ahem- ahem!” Cara paused for twenty seconds for a pensive effect. She looked at each of her classmates’ foreheads – the area close to where eyebrows furrow. After a lungful of breath intake, stated: Continue reading “The Position of Cara Evergreen Who Can’t Do Anything”
It’s a Friday. Papa finally arrived from Hawaii. It’s just nice a feeling to have him back home. It’s as if we lost him for a long, long time. Continue reading “Happy Kick of Endorphins”
“I just could not,” was my laconic reply to Papa when he asked me years ago, why I didn’t tell on Mrs. B*****. “I would’ve had a word with her,” he asserted.
Continue reading “I Didn’t Tell on Mrs. B***** Who Chewed Peanuts”
Her voice is like the sound of the Flute – velvety smooth, warm, and full, like one glass of fresh creamy milk.
Continue reading “The Sound of Milk & Honey”
“It makes you smart – reading, that is,” she said. “You will gain something that others will never have.” I did not know hitherto what that “something” was, but I promised that I will read nonetheless. Continue reading The Night Reader
Unopened boxes are mysteries. At least to me, they are. There is a promise waiting inside – a promise of happiness or disappointment. It’s like magic waiting to happen… waiting for the proper revelation. The right person opens boxes; I am one of the right persons. Continue reading “Aunt Reim’s Box of Mystery”
Something happened to Resorts World Manila. She did not know what that was – Cerese, who stays at home and has two windows to the world – the television and the internet. Continue reading “Something Happened to Resorts World Manila”