The old bus rattled and rumbled down the country road under the hot midday sun. James couldn’t bear the view of the lifeless countryside and shifted his attention to his fellow passengers. Apart from the driver and a middle-aged man who struggled to keep his head upright and eyes open facing a newspaper, the rest …
Kim was lost, lost in the maze of his mind, wandering on through his thoughts, looking for answers that seemed afar off. In the past, he would lose his way every once in a while. But recently, it became too frequent for his liking. It was neither his cup of tea nor his plate of …
It had been twenty-four years since she’d last seen it, but the house looked the same, save for a family of doves that pecked on the hard ground for all they could get. Her heart sank in pity. A large mugumo tree hung over the side of the house casting a gloomy shadow over it …
The fingers skipped, hoped, and danced all over the grim, black keyboard as it clanked through yet another ritual. It envied the mouse, well-rested at its side. The keyboard, KB, had grown accustomed to its executioner’s month-old-routine. At about the same time every evening, he would pull the chair to the desk, hold KB by …
It’s a bit difficult writing this to two people, at different places, at different times — yet still linked. But here goes my piece to my past self, a query to my future self — at the intersection. To my former self, I did grow up. I still haven’t grown a full beard, save for …
There is a difference between being alone and being lonely. From someone else’s viewpoint looking in, it’s a jigsaw trying to distinguish between the two. It’s easy to label it as loneliness. I should know, I had my tussle with this concept. You see, I’m the neighbor who doesn’t throw parties. The neighbor you don’t …
It’s often a wonder how life seems to unfold right before us but yet off our sight. We are often surprised by the time that has managed to sneak past us. We are pulled back to the realization by the mundane of things. Be it a government form that requests for your age; a stranger …
“I’m going to stop watching the news broadcast. Damn it all!” Bill retorted, thumping his fist on the table. The remote controller shrieked in pain as he picked it, veins running down his grip. His thumbs stumped on the buttons and the screen went black. “What gives? I was watching that.” Sam protested as he …
Kama has a rude face. Or at least that was my first impression of him when we met. He bears a face you would imagine behind a hangman’s mask — the face of a man who would enjoy dragging you to the gallows. If you ask me, he might as well be skilled in making a guillotine.