Tag: fiction

Gaby’s face glowed in my direction while her eyes, sparkling embers, promised me the world. A slight dip in the conversation allowed me a moment to fantasize about getting to first base tonight, but quickly, my thoughts turned to sorrow.

“I have an early day tomorrow, Kendall, and it is getting late.”

I absent-mindedly gripped the silver spoon on the table, the glimmer from the lights and trim creating wild chain-like patterns before my eyes.

“Oh, okay. Sure. I’ll get the check,” signaling to the waiter. I felt faint, yet free and in a trance all at the same time.

I pulled the string to find an old reel from an ancient tape recorder—probably recordings from a long time ago off the radio. Not that I had a desperate need to hear what was on it, but who isn’t interested in particles of a past world? It’s always cool to lose some time in this life, giving oneself over to another era, whether it was a decade we experienced or not.

It turns out that it was a confession made by my grandfather, admitting he was responsible for my mother’s death. Letting her live equated to him being jailed forever.

It looked to be a nasty burn, second-degree. Jasmine’s sniffling about her accident didn’t abate. Dios Mio! She had a show this evening! How was she going to perform? Quickly, I turned to lock her door, keeping prying eyes out of our hair. This incident was like an echo from another time, weirdly similar to what happened to her mother. Jasmine better hope that it fades away. For now, we had to figure out how to power through tonight. The crowd’s voices were getting louder; backstage, I could hear some of her friends whispering excitedly. The show must go on!

With my arms bound behind my back and my feet tied together, how would I escape the dragon? Positioned at the cave’s opening, it made his head gleam as if he had a halo on top of it. Then, a thick fog began to hide the sun, dimming the cave. I thought of clawing to the back, finding a tunnel I could escape through. Feeling broken, my thoughts spiraling out of control, I knew I had to sit here for a spell. Feeling hollow and spent, I tried to trace my steps back to when the crimson dragon captured me.

My survival instinct was strong despite my clothes being sodden from the current deluge, but still, the fear about my potential demise rose within me. The sludge gained height in the streets from the past rains, signaling danger. I didn’t know how much higher it would rise and all the damage it would create. The climate finally passed the point of no return. I began to trudge through the waist-deep water toward the safe inner sanctum of the highest building in our city. I was one of the few who made it. Was our currently elected despot enjoying the show?

No one could deny it was a catastrophe; the apples, originally gift-wrapped up exquisitely in a basket intended as an enchantment for a young lady, enticing her to sing and chatter with OOOs and AHHs, were lying rotting by the door, flies buzzing and feasting on their smelly nastiness.

Oh, how I crave for things always to go right, not these hit-or-miss moments where my angel wings disintegrate in frustration. If only I could latch on to some catalyst that would not limit me from performing at one hundred percent at all times! If only I could be a god!