“Left…left…left, right,” Daniel chanted like a drill sergeant as he and his younger brother diligently pedaled their two-seater bicycle up and down the park trail.
“Shut…shut…shut up,” Derrick mocked. “Man, this is so embarrassing.”
“Which is why I want us to finish our laps before anyone we know sees us,” Daniel retorted over his shoulder. “So stop your lazy-hole whining and pedal.”
“Why don’t you fix your pretentious face first?” Derrick shot back. “It’s your fault mom’s making us do this stupid bike thing anyway!” Continue reading “[Flash Fiction] Brotherly Bonding”
October is about trees revealing colors they’ve hidden all year.
People have an October as well.
Through my bedroom window, I see business people dressed in sharp suits, the men with immaculate ties and the women with their pumps click-clacking on the concrete.
Through my bedroom window, I see children with swinging ponytails and backwards caps leaving a trail of ice cream that sizzled in the heat.
Continue reading “Farewell…And Hello”
“I can’t believe I’m stuck on this assignment with an idiot,” the red-haired woman holding hands with him fumed under her breath, just loud enough so that he could hear her.
“The feeling is mutual, Shortcake,” he retorted. He drew in a sharp breath when she dug her nails into the palm of his hand in response. “Classy.”
“If you screw this up, I am going to personally kill you.”
He couldn’t help rolling his eyes as he replied, “If I screw this up, we’ll already be dead. Now, claws in, honey, and start acting like my girlfriend.” Continue reading “[Short Story] A Walk in the Park”
It was lying smack in the middle of the path, half shrouded by leaves, and I almost tripped on it. Sending a mental scolding to the person who littered, I dusted the leaves off the Ziploc bag, figuring I would throw it out in a nearby garbage can.
That was when I saw the letter. A letter? In a Ziploc bag? In the middle of my jogging route? Universe, are you trying to tell me something?
Intrigued, I took a closer look. The letter was in decent condition, protected by the bag, and I didn’t even have to take it out to read it. Continue reading “[Short Story] The Letter In The Ziploc Bag”