Instagram Scribbles #4: “Last Night”

“This rain’s drivin’ me nuts!” she exclaimed with irritation as she braided her long hair into a fishtail. * “Where are you going in this weather anyway?” he asked as he browsed through a literary magazine on the table. She wrote a couple of short stories for that magazine. He was, of course, proud of her. She had long dreamed of getting published. But there’s a tinge of bitterness in her words that he can’t quite shrug off. * “I’m headed to the library. Don’t wait for me,” she told him, and she opened the door without closing it or planting a goodbye kiss on his right cheek like she would usually do whenever she’d leave. * He stood up from the couch and closed the door. He walks into the window–the one near the main street of Manhattan. He drew the rose-stained curtain not really knowing why he should. Perhaps it’s s hunch, but he couldn’t put the right finger to it. * It didn’t take him too long to get an answer. He only needed to peep through the curtain. Just a few meters away from their apartment building, under a dimming street light, his girlfriend’s body laid unconscious, drenched in rain and blood. * He ran out into the rain, towards her… with the magazine in his hand. *** #flashfiction #creativenonfiction #cnfgram #tinytruth #amwriting #love #lovestory #heartbreak

A photo posted by Diana Ann Bisares (@diannbisares) on Aug 16, 2016 at 9:14pm PDT

 

Caption reads: “This rain’s drivin’ me nuts!” she exclaimed with irritation as she braided her long hair into a fishtail.

 

“Where are you going in this weather anyway?” he asked as he browsed through a literary magazine on the table. She wrote a couple of short stories for that magazine. He was, of course, proud of her. She had long dreamed of getting published. But there’s a tinge of bitterness in her words that he can’t quite shrug off.

 

“I’m headed to the library. Don’t wait for me,” she told him, and she opened the door without closing it or planting a goodbye kiss on his right cheek like she would usually do whenever she’d leave.

 

He stood up from the couch and closed the door. He walks into the window–the one near the main street of Manhattan. He drew the rose-stained curtain not really knowing why he should. Perhaps it’s s hunch, but he couldn’t put the right finger to it.

 

It didn’t take him too long to get an answer. He only needed to peep through the curtain. Just a few meters away from their apartment building, under a dimming street light, his girlfriend’s body laid unconscious, drenched in rain and blood.

 

He ran out into the rain, towards her… with the magazine in his hand.

 

Just One More Sip of Bitterness

Just One More Sip of Bitterness

Had a little conversation with my thoughts
this morning, the papers on my desk went rumbling:
Let this be the last of such bitter indulgence,
the first of coming days of not forcing what’s not meant.

 

Oh, but the sweet, sweet taste of one sip
and of another and another and of one bit more!
The warmth that kisses and lingers on your lips;
How could one let go what one has woken up for?

 

No, thoughts.
So, here’s to one more gulp
of that cup of freshly brewed coffee.

 

Photo Credit: Karl Chor

Empty Side of the Bed

Empty Side of the Bed

 

“Yum, wake up.”

 

I groggily opened my heavy eyes from a roughly 15-minute nap. He was staring at me and gently stroking my hair as our baby slept soundly between us. These eyes have been looking into the deep creases of my soul. These fingers have been touching the countless strands of happiness I had never known to exist. And I guess I would never get tired of them. Ever.

 

“Is it time already?” I reluctantly asked.

 

He nodded. It was quarter to 11 in the evening, and his bus was going to leave at 11:30pm. His work in the city is waiting for him early the next day. He couldn’t miss this trip.

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Bagay Ako

Bagay Ako

Hindi raw tayo bagay.

 

Huhugot na sana
Babaliktarin ang tadhana
nang biglang sambit mo
“Kalahati lang niyan ang totoo.”

 

Kung pagtagpi-tagpiin nga naman
Ang puso kong ngayon ay pira-piraso:
Ako ang bagay, ikaw ang tao.

 

Ako ang boteng binasag mo sa inuman:
Ang masaklap, bago ang hagis mong malupit
Nilapat mo muna mga labi mo sa aking bibig.

 

Ako rin iyong alak na nakalalasing
Pilit nanisid sa ‘di mo mabigay na pag-ibig.
Nilunok, nakalimot —
Nilimot, iniihi sa kumot.

 

O baka nga ang tingin mo
Ako ‘yung sinking boat sa laro
na kahit pa ginawa para sa dagat
Nalunod pa rin sa tubig mong maalat.

 

Bakit nga ba hindi ka nasugat
sa mga bubog kong nagkalat?

 

A, oo nga pala. Bagay ako.
Ang mga daliri ko ang walis tambo.
Mga palad ang panghakot.
Dumugo na sa pamumulot.

 

Bagay ako.
Nagpagamit.
Ginamit.

 

Tinapon.