Your power? You can boil water. All you do is make tea for them while they laugh and drink in their hideout. Little do they know …
What if we hadn’t lost everything and not have found each other.
A short fiction.
What she saw changed her.
What if a poem is all you have left?
The sunlight heated up his skin, an easy warm blanket. The clock ticked its way into the night. He didn’t have to see it to tell the time. The sound of its movement was enough to count hours. That steady mechanic hum matched what went inside his head, the soundtrack to his still madness. The…
I opened my eyes, and it looked the same just duller. Everything was wrong. Colours leeched out right before my eyes. Silence hung in the air.
Bad days flocked to him. He was their fodder. They followed him or rather paraded his life. If he could spread his arms now, he could fly. He heard mirth climbing the walls. Celebratory banter emanating from people on the street and the ones he could see through every window. The rooftop was a great vantage point….
Damn, it was too bright in here. Isn’t this place supposed to be dark and weary as in those movies and books, am so fond of? It seems obvious enough to a kid like me, all of 13 years of age. But I guess the reality is another thing altogether. I can’t believe I was…