Four Bullets

One. Two. Three. Four. His seven-decade-old hands hold tight on the rusting rails of his lightless room's window. His darkened eyes stare at the now fallen tree and then to the triumphant men who successfully defeated the lush pine. The lush pine planted and reared by his wife. His wife who died last month. He… Continue reading Four Bullets

A Mother’s Heart

I almost dropped the two full paper bags when I saw the familiar blue car parked in front of our home. So they are back after a month. Seated in front of my husband, my daughter and her rugged boyfriend sat in full-of-fear silence. I walked in without looking at them. I might not be able… Continue reading A Mother’s Heart

Summer Air

The smiling sun and the jovial man-in-blue walking his black dog both fail to break the darkened state I am in after he left me broken and bruised. So this is what first heartbreak feels like. T’was like a rollercoaster ride which pulls your heart up, up, up until it feels so heavenly and then… Continue reading Summer Air

The Bridesmaid’s Secret

Caressing  pure, pristine petals as she swings up and down. Later these will be showered to her best friend wearing her dream white wedding gown. None knows she carries the first child, the grinning groom wants to hide. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Ben Rosett  In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three… Continue reading The Bridesmaid’s Secret

Father’s Dilemma

What will make a teenager feel better after a sudden breakup? Maybe good food? I stared at our almost full kitchen cabinet pondering what to cook for my daughter with a broken heart. I can feel mine throbbing too. If only her mom was still here, maybe she can say the right healing words to… Continue reading Father’s Dilemma

Last Ride

This is the last part of my ‘Ride’ short story series. For best the reading experience, please read Ride and Second Ride. I am ashamed of myself while he’s laughing his heart out. This is always the scenario when our friends, our families and even our little kids recalled that fateful second ride. The tale of… Continue reading Last Ride

The Third Room

"Third room on your left." That’s the nurse’s dialogue whenever she sees me. Maybe I’m too handsome to be forgotten? Or do I look to old to remember anything? Her brown eyes’re watery. I recognize them--- tears of pity. Though I am not sure if those are for you, or for me. They're for us,… Continue reading The Third Room

Second Ride

This is the second part of my Ride series. Part 1 was published yesterday. Wait! Can I get your name? This is what I wanted him to say, but, he sadly didn't. I fell asleep along the ride and when I woke up, he’s already gone. I was honestly hoping to see him again but I… Continue reading Second Ride

Predator and Prey

Snatch my innocence as swift as a bullet. I promise, I won’t hide nor run away. My predator, I am your willing prey. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Rebecca Johnston In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Five. If you want to join, here are the simple rules:… Continue reading Predator and Prey