Flash Fiction: A Walk in the Park that Turned into a Lifetime Journey

Listening to Our Voices with Eagerness; Learning Our Views to Enlighten us; Laughing at Our Vanity for Entertainment; Living up Our Vows for Eternity. Just LOVING.

 The sun was up so bright, I decided to take a walk and catch fresh air in the park. His voice caught my attention, "Miss, you have twigs on your hair." Eagerly and gently, he helped me pluck the twigs. Next thing I knew, we were talking and laughing as we walked through the parade of colorful spring trees.

Never did I think I would find my wingless angel, a heaven-sent man who would share the joy of living and love me despite and in spite of me on that random day in the park. Only he can tickle me with his funny jokes, empower me with his simple words of motivation, bring out the youth in me with his fun-loving character, effortlessly inspire me by his example, and make me appreciate my self-worth by his unconditional and ever gentle love. With zeal and joy, he courts me every single day even after our wedding, assuring me that we will grow wiser together til our hairs turn white.

Falling in love with him was the most wonderful feeling I ever experienced. Ultimate joy of living made real by his presence. Til our last breath I promise to love him through actions and words. Untiringly loving, appreciating, caring, supporting, balancing him are what I dedicated myself into. Revisiting the walks in the park, reminiscing our challenges and victories, and rekindling our youthful love are what we do now that our hairs are gray. Every joyful thing and more...

Listening to Our Voices with Eagerness;

Learning Our Views to Enlighten us;

Laughing at Our Vanity for Entertainment;

Living up Our Vows for Eternity.

Just LOVING.

Flash Fiction: Wind Up

The scent of the crisp air brushing through my cheeks. The silhouette of the past that plays in my mind. The rhythm of the raindrops that outruns the beating of my heart. I let the weird yet familiar stimuli seep through me.

I take a sip of coffee. I taste the sweetness of beautiful lies. I recognize the piquancy of the bitter empty promises. Oh, the il dolce e l’amaro of the good things gone bad.

Images run faster than lightning in my head. Words play quicker than a bullet train in my ear.

 

I let all the emotions stir me up. I am like a bomb exploding anytime.

I breathe deeply. I pause… long pause, and I smile.

I realize I don’t know where exactly I am now… but I am sure I am no longer where I was.

I snap my fingers. Empty my cup of coffee. Stand up from the chair we used to sit on… and all the shadows of the past just fall like leaves in autumn.

All things wind up.

So I tell myself,

“Life, you are wonderful! Whatever flavors the season brings, bring it on!

Surprise my senses!

Provoke me.

Enthrall me.

Teach me.

So my senses may learn to dance with you.”

Flash Fiction: Sinner and Saint

Healthy love is like cathecting a beautiful flower—watering just enough, basking in the sun and relaxing at night, and admiring one day at a time; otherwise, it drowns and dies or it withers and dies.

Too much of anything is bad.

Enduring things for the sake of love is martyrdom.

You are the apple of my eye. I accept everything about you, even your series of lies and goodbyes.

Yes I know you lied, and you keep on lying still.

“You sinner, you distorted saint!,” said the small voice inside me.

Your are the best gift I ever received. Our bond is the best thing that ever happened to me. I learn a lot from the emotions you bring—joy, pain, excitement, and sadness.

“You blind, you fool!,” said the small voice inside me.

“Remove your blindfold; let your honest eyes see. Take off your hat; let your mind soar the heights of heaven. Unchain your big heart; let your love reach out to the many deserving—your family, your friends, including yourself.”

I lay in bed perplexed and vexed. I hate you little voice for resurrecting the truth I daily ignored. Perhaps now is the time to face what is long overdue. I retrospect. I denied. I bargained. I accepted.

Too much of anything is bad.

Enduring things for the sake of love is martyrdom.

True love is none of the above. True love is just enough of everything and enjoying things because of love. Healthy love is like cathecting a beautiful flower—watering just enough, basking in the sun and relaxing at night, and admiring one day at a time; otherwise, it drowns and dies or it withers and dies.

Now I tear my blindfold—I can clearly see; I throw the cap—my mind at peace; I break the chains—my heart relaxed. Now I can boldly discern.

I was a sinner, I was a distorted saint.

I am a winner, I am a learned saint.

Flash Fiction: My Sound of Music

...i live to love.

Lub-dub lub-dub lub-dub. Suffocating. Drowning. My heart beats fast. My chest tightens at the mere thought of you. I lie down in bed, your face flows in every direction my eyes point at. I get up, my soles tickle and I feel as if I am walking on a cloud.

Bang. Smitten. Rolling head over heels. Dead. I can no longer move and breathe at the mere sight of you. I take a step, I feel like falling. As you come closer the air becomes tighter. I feel like a fish out of water. Your presence holds me at gunpoint.

Sighhh. I exhale audibly in relief. Now I am jumpy. I whistle out of joy now that you walk beside me. Holding my hands softly yet so tightly, with your fingers entangled with mine. Our arms brush each other.

Whewww. I let out my breath some more. Now, chest more relaxed. You told me I am your life. I am so lucky, I whispered to myself. Now, I snap back. Still suffocating, but no longer dying coz of your presence. I am pumped up. The person I love holds me as his life.

I will take good care of myself, whatever the situation is. I will live. I am here to stay, because I want to shield your life and keep it at its finest.

Lub-dub lub-dub I live to love.