Sunday, August 28, 2016
He saw her at the corner table, pushing her errant hair away from her face, as she exhibited some frown lines while focusing on her book. After a few minutes she looked up and glanced outside. She saw a young mother wipe baby chino foam off her little toddler's mouth. He stood on his tippy toes and kissed his mother's nose. She looked away like she had witnessed an intimate mother-child moment that she should not be privy too. Her face had a half-smile but her eyes seemed sad.
He named her Lonely.
She saw him look at her from his Economist while his latte sat on the table getting cold. She did not understand people who did not have the food at the temperature it was meant to be consumed at. It felt like an insult to the food in question. His dark eyes appeared to have forbidden secrets, hidden fears, or she reckoned, a bit of both.
She named him Sullen.
I am old and grey and my eyes are weak, but see things young people don't. Sullen had recently quit is job to pursue his love of food. He tried a new cafe everyday to understand how he could make his cafe unique.
I named him Passion.
Lonely was a kindergarten teacher. She loved books and babies in that order. Today was the first day of the summer break and she was already missing her kids who were off for their vacations. Her eyes were misty thinking about how it would be many weeks before she saw them all again.
I named her Hopeful.
Sullen and Lonely would never give each other a chance. How I wish they could see each other through my eyes.
Friday, August 12, 2016
It's said that Hemingway was challenged by his writer friends that no one could write a story in 6 words. He took a napkin from the table at the cafe where they were sitting and penned this.
Several six-word stories have been complied by Smith magazine with people from all over the world contributing their words which will help you create their story...with only six words. http://www.sixwordmemoirs.com/
Here are some from me:
When you left, I lost me.
Breakup. Lonely. Amazon. Click. Click. Click.
Prison freed me like freedom couldn't.
Advertising lies. Consumer buys. Debt sighs.
His graduation celebration, my empty-nest depression.
High seas sailing, land memories forgotten.
Brown grass, cloudless sky, farmer's death.
Potions spell death outside Harry Potter.
Fairy lights, misty eyes, unused mistletoe.
Do flowers speak better than words?
Jimmy's shoes, Celine's bag, Burglar alarm.
Were we in the same relationship?
Long flight. Big fight. Whose's right?
Jack, Jill now argue about bills.
Perfect recipe. Sugar, butter, eggs arsenic.
Tears added bitterness to husbands' dinner.
I once loved my wife's lover.
For more, http://seema-suchislife.blogspot.sg/2014/06/6-word-stories-vol-1.html