Thursday, June 28, 2012

A day like any other

The day life ended was a day like any other. 
People walked down the street, airplanes flew overhead, 
and robbers broke into the local bank.
The day life ended, the sky was blue, the sun was shining, 
and a few white clouds drifted westwards with the wind.
A dog was running down the street, chased by his owner.
No one knew it was only hours before the wind would stop blowing,
the sun would freeze in its orbit, 
and no mind would remain to observe.

If a tree falls in the forest and nobody hears, what is the sound of the one hand clapping?
But there was nobody left to answer.
Because the day life ended, was a day like any other.

Thursday, June 21, 2012


Swimming towards the rising sun.
The sea is like a mirror.
Underneath deep blue.
Above pink clouds are floating,
Amongst complaining sea gulls.
The water is cool against my skin.

Swimming away from the setting sun.
The swell is strong,
Pulling me towards the island.
Breaking waves are roaring.
Dark above, dark below.
I can't tell sea from sky.

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Prompt: The Museum

Once again, I could not stop myself from going to the museum. It's become my passion, my obsession. I faked sickness, killed aunts and uncles, just to go there once more.

I stepped over the No Entry sign. A broom and a bucket stood in a corner; the air smelled of dust. The Sea World was down a corridor illuminated by a single dull-yellow light bulb.

Wax fish swam in a glass ocean, a fishermen, holding a rod, stood on a rock above them. Suddenly, a strange smell. Someone was breaking the air-conditioner pipe. “My treasure,” a voice mumbled from the broken pipe. A white creature, half a man half a slug, appeared, it's eyes glittering as he saw the pond. Quickly he crawled to the rock where the fisherman stood. “My treasure!” he called again, as he dove down into the sparkling glass. Green splash stained the surface of the glass, cast shadows on the fish below

Friday, June 8, 2012

In the Dark

Mick, cramped in the driver seat of the small Fiat, keeping his knees wide open, one on each side of the wheel, steered the car along the dark road. In the seat next to him, Loretta's head rocked with each turn, her hand tapping Mick's thigh lightly with the tune of Stevie Wonder's Saturn that played quietly on the radio. A real oldie thought Mick. The small 800cc vehicle sputtered up the serpentine road. The large trees extended their fingers above them, casting eerie moon shadows on the road ahead. It had been over an hour since the sun glided into the sea. Mick extended his hand to reach for sleeping Loretta. It's not long before we'll be at the hotel, me and Loretta together for the first time, he thought, as he stepped on the gas.

Something crossed the headlights. Mick's mind was racing as he struggled to lift his foot and slam the break. What was it? Where did it come from? Was it was alive or an object? The car skidded forward groaning to slow down. Whatever he had seen was not there any longer. But then with inconceivable rapidity, a crash, the Fiat heeled to the right, sharply, turned, and came to a pull stop.

"What was that?" screamed Loretta. Her trajectory had been broken by her seat belt, and now she was shaking in her seat.

"We hit something. Don't know what," said Mick, his blood draining from his face. "Are you ok?"

"OK? How can I be OK?" Loretta undid her buckle and open the door. "I'm sure you killed someone. I told you not to drink before we left. But did you listen to me? My father will kill me. What are we going to do now?"

"Calm down. It's probably just branch or something. And I did not drink. It's not our fault. It just appeared out of nowhere."

"Don't you tell me you didn't drink ..."

She never completed her sentence. A bang sound came from the engine, the car lights flashed like a lightning and then nothing. No sound, no light, even the moon or starts were nowhere to be seen.

"What's happened?" whispered Loretta.

"It's dead." Mick, said, failing to reignite the engine or turn on the light.

Slowly they stepped out of the car. Utter darkness. Loretta stepped towards Mick. "Hold me she said. I am so scared."

Mick pulled her towards him and put her hands around her, and for a moment the feeling of her breasts pressing against his chest – full and soft – was all his could think about.

"Where are we?" whispered Loretta.

But no one answered. She was standing in the dark, all by herself.