Midnight

“I want to see a rainbow,” Abie said.

“Alright, tomorrow,” Mom answered while she was in bed.

“No! I want to see it today,” the young girl insisted.

“Don’t do this darling. Mommy can’t walk you there today. Tomorrow instead.”

“Why? You never keep your promise,” Abie ran out the door.

“Tomorrow.”

The lines went flat that night. It was the yesterday and today at midnight.

Abie woke up, smiled, and walked out the room.

“It’s beautiful!”

Dad came rushing out with red swollen eyes.

“Wh…What are you doing here?” clearing his throat in between.

“Mommy kept her promise. I saw the rainbow, Dad.”

Little Moves

Annie dances across the room, pointing one foot every after three steps. With her pastel blue dress, she steps on burning charcoals everywhere. Then she hears a whisper above, “Honey, dinner’s ready.”

She opens her eyes. She’s back to her white covered bed, only moving her eyes to answer “Yes”

Soft

I remember Hans walked slowly, looking down on his foot. He was counting every brick, I guess. He greeted me every day, but I thought he forgotten it that day. But I saw him in the middle of the road. It was a busy hour, and I rushed to call him back. Everything was slow and fast, I got deaf for a while. Horns were crying from every car.

Yes, I saw Hans.

He looked at me and waved. I thought he meant hello, but I read his lips. He said, “Goodbye.”

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Red (Part 4)

That was the reason why I liked that room. I felt the need to see those shades and feel the happiness of dreaming. In a world where I never grew tired, I still hoped of seeing my dreams come alive. That world of dreams was the only escape I had to empower my solidarity and to rule a word that I once tried to produce myself. Though it was also a place of ironies because even as it presented itself as a place of my rule over my own world, it also had its own rule of presenting the sequence of events and it was never my call.

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Fingers. Nails.

Screeching sounds.

Blood.

Fingers. Nails, no more.

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Eyes.

Brown. Blue. Black. Gray. Hazel.

Eyes shut close, rusting nails pounding. Blood flows.

Cheeks were warm and I saw the beauty as before but redder than the rose.

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Red (Part 3)

My nails were left on the floor covered with blood. I saw the way I tried to put my nails back on my fingers. For the first time, I thought I heard a sound. The screeching sounds of my nails touching the stone walls. But in the end, it was just my thoughts of a screeching sound. Everything still did not have any sound. I just felt that the gestures I did might have produced such horrible sounds. The nails were never that clean as before. Disappointed.

I was not me. Yet I knew that I loved me. I saw a one way mirror hanging on the closed room. There was an empty table at the other room, just waiting there diagonally placed near the mirror. I was too happy that I knew no one would see me from across. I made my eyes explore along the dimensions of the room from behind the mirror. There was an empty white cup on the floor, no dust yet no coffee. In this place, I saw an assurance of solitude. It was not that bad at all. There were still my favorite stairs, built on every side and corner of the room. I could go anywhere I want, either upstairs, downstairs, sidestairs, crossstairs, upsidedownstairs, anywhere. But there was that difficulty of going upstairs. I felt like I was not walking but instead I was crawling my way up. Going downstairs was the best. I just fell right to the center and still stand upright. Until someone lit a fire and all the stairs started to break that they fell and opened along empty corridors.

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Endless

They say I’m a good-for-nothing person. Though there are times I really think they are right.

But most of the days they’re wrong.

Oh my, how long have we known each other?

Fifteen, twenty years perhaps.

I know every little bit about you.

The way you look into my eyes. The way we talk for ages and still laugh at each other’s jokes.

I even remember the time we made our first ride on a Ferris wheel.

That was an amazing night, wasn’t it?

Everyone was falling in line to get their asses on the coolest ride at the carnival. I do remember how tricky you were.

Oh, those were the days.

Well, that was the only day.

You scared away those girls and told them that the ride was very dangerous. That when they sit and go up to the highest point, they’ll fall.

They’ll scream a loud noise which may or may not get the attention of everyone. The last scream they’ll ever make. The last sound of their voices.

But they don’t know anything!

They easily believed what you said.

Seriously? Screaming!

That’s the only thing you said and they were gone from the long line.

You were really that good ey?

But let’s say I was better.

My dear old friend, we’ve been meeting this way far too long but I’m still fascinated.

You were my first, you know.

My very first.

Many have told me that it’s difficult to forget your first.

Oh boy, they were right!

I could still smell the rush of the blood through my veins.

I could still feel the scent of screams in the air.

I still hear the attention you were receiving that night.

They remembered you up to this day but they never looked at me.


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