Seasons: Finale

First two parts were published last Tuesday and yesterday. “This can’t be,” my mind whispered. But my heart and my senses knew, this is him. When I finally looked into his dark brown eyes, words ran out of me. Anger and sadness left me. I am numb. He stared back and looked through my eyes as his… Continue reading Seasons: Finale

The Plan

I looked at the sky painted in pretty purple and pink. I counted the building’s floors, trying hard not to blink and think. Calm down, jumping is fun and surely death will swiftly come. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Steven Wei In response to Sonya of Only 100 Words‘ Three Line Tales Week Thirty-Two.… Continue reading The Plan

Seasons: Part 2

First part was published yesterday. Chilling shivers crawled in my veins when I saw my bloody-self inside my wrecked car. “So what am I now? Am I a soul now? Am I dead? Am I alive?” I shouted but no voice left me. The ambulance arrived. Several medical staffs tried to retrieve my blood-soaked body. The unfolding scene is nauseating but I… Continue reading Seasons: Part 2

Seasons: Part 1

My soul still searches for you. For five long years, I was able to avoid this street. I was able to forget this area. I wanted to avoid you. I wanted to avoid us until my car stopped. It ceased to move, for reasons I don’t know. I guess it brought me here, to the corner we call our… Continue reading Seasons: Part 1

Endings

I have to see her before the day ends. I have to do it before the sun sets. I am shaking inside as I slowly twisted the smooth metal door knob. The smell of disinfectant welcomed me. My wrinkled skin quickly felt the cold and sterile atmosphere of the room. I can hear nothing but the… Continue reading Endings

The Yellow Bus

My task is simple. Determined, I walked towards the old yellow bus that will leave before 10 a.m. I sit still. I need to focus. I have to stop thinking. Because I may have doubts. —— We finally gave our final kisses. This is not our last goodbye but I can’t stop the tears. I… Continue reading The Yellow Bus

First Fly

“That’s your daddy, little man!” My mom-heart swells when the eyes of my four-year old sparked in delight as he watched his father fly the red helicopter for the first time. From playing toy planes, now my beloved husband is flying his real one. “Let’s go, Momma! Come on!!!” he giddily say as he pulled me towards our condo’s door where we… Continue reading First Fly

The Jar’s Secret

A frail, pellucid, deformed, indistinct, cylindrical jar towering above unkempt, blotchy, matte drawer sits silently among empty, hollow bottles. Inside hides the ashen remains of your once iridescent, glistening soul, I still remember how I carefully pour after I watch you burn in whole. — ©2016 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved. Photo credit: Unsplash In… Continue reading The Jar’s Secret

Brontide

It took me so many years to find a mountain-home away from the seashore that holds our precious memories. It took me great effort and a sum of money to build this fortress that will protect me from your silent yet screaming ghost. But when I encountered my first storm and I heard the whispers… Continue reading Brontide