The Resurrection of Captain

  Ma, you’re the worst housemaid…she wiped her teary eyes with the back of her soapy hand; she had discovered it from the trash after her Ma mistakenly threw it away, and washing and rinsing it for last one hour and thirty minutes to get rid of the fishy smell from it. She dipped it in…

I Want To Quit, But, I Can’t: Confession of A Smoker

The RJ was speaking with his listeners regarding price hike on the cigarette. I’m not a chain one; one in an hour or not, and, at the end of the day seven to eight. You’ve me then why need all these–the white sticks or Kwiknic…memory echoed. Yes, I was quitting that time, having one or none…

Then…What…

  Finish off Fridays #7: Shadow 03.02.17 Until she uploaded her day’s photos onto the computer, she never noticed the shadow in each of them. The weekend was a collection of collages of splinters of memoirs. She pressed herself to recollect what had happened after finding the DSLR was not her. They were on the way to…

4 AM Chore

Daily Prompt: Clean She dipped the shirt in the detergent lather. Water splashed on her face which she wiped with back of her hand in disturbance. After washing the shirt, she jerked it harshly spreading water on her and around. Now you’re clean… she said. Then she open the tap of the bathroom and look at…

Decades Old

In response to Three Lines Tale, Week 52 The setting sun shades were spreading over the spring corn field from beyond the bell tower at the corner of the field. She looked at a distant figure as he came up slowly, like he had twenty years ago, if you want this, then it is…he had said…