From Literary Work

7 Missed Calls

Seven missed calls. When I saw this flashed on my cellphone screen this morning, I knew my day would end this way. In a walk along this road connecting the college to Commonwealth Avenue. With you. It’d been a while. “How have you been?” Your voice was a bit shaky. If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you were nervous. “Great,” I answered with a slice across my lower face. “And you? How’s London?” “Well, it’s still London.” A slight laughter went through your lips. And then, silence. I tried to come up with something to say to keep…

Paper Planes

a what-to-do-in-case-of-fire pamphlet one, two, into the cabinet my birth certificate one, two, into my closet my winning lotto ticket one, two, into the garbage basket a scratch paper with your name on it one, two one, two one, two it will never land. it will never leave my hand. Note: I already posted this on my previous blog, click here. I just had to move it here so I could file my literary works under one category. Anyway, usual reminder, blogger’s original work. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much.

Unsaid

“What?” “What would you say if you got me alone?” “Well, right now I got you alone and I’m not saying anything. So I guess, uh, nothing?” “Why don’t you say something?” “What?” “Come on. Say it.” “Say what?” “You know. It.” “Oh I can’t say it. You’re in a relationship. My parents raised me well.” “But you’ve said it to me before. Once. Why can’t you say it again.” “You had your chance. You let it pass.” “Oooh. I know, someone here is just afraid.” “I’m afraid that you’re afraid that I might really say it. And mean it.”…

Just Did

When one of my bestfriends and I were at a resort somewhere in the south three years ago for his despedida party (he would be flying to London in less than two days), we decided to leave the crowd for a moment and stay on the beach. We were lying on the sand. I was staring at the moon and I was quite sure that he was staring at me. He was the first to speak. “Have you given it a thought?” “Not much,” I replied. “Why not?” “I don’t want to think about it.” “Why not?” “I just don’t.…

Let there be space.

Here’s a cart and fill it with everything on display: those African love birds that you find too noisy; those cool keep-out and hands-off signs that you never respect; those royal purple undies you have always disgusted; those designer clothes you enjoy to bash harshly; those elegant jewelry you keep complaining about; those blue roses that you are allergic to; those leather shoes that make you stumble; that exquisite bed you choose to avoid sleeping in; that velvet rope you say you can hang yourself with; that silver pen that can write only my name; that wrapped gift you left…

The First Day of December

Note: Blogger’s original work. Don’t plagiarize. To those who would dare, as my friend Ayn says it, may the wrath of heaven and earth fall upon you. This is fiction. Please see legal and ethical reminders on the sidebar. Thanks very much. It’s been a bad day. After wasting hours at a cafe drinking practically every cup of coffee that place had to offer, here I am now. Alone. And waiting for the bus. I’ve been to different places in Europe but this is my first time in Bulgaria. And it turns out to be the most frustrating day I…