What’s She Looking At…

What’s she looking at…asked in unison, from two different points–one from one of the fourth floor south faced bedroom window and another from two hundred meters away parked car. Both the focus followed her path of view; both tried to make out what she’s looking at; there’s nothing or anything in the crowd… both the focus moved on her…

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…

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…