Sunday, December 9, 2018



“A polar front is approaching...” and I didn't hear anything else.
Nowadays, it's either too cold or too hot, too windy, too stormy, too something, too whatever.
The polar front is just another weather (aka stressful) event that comes for a visit to this quiet little country in the South of Europe.
The weather website mentions temperatures of 15C (that is 59F).
I think that's OK. 15 degrees is not that polar.
Now that I think of it... if it starts to snow here, I'll have to write something else about how silly I was for believing the Internet.

Monday, December 3, 2018

Weather Aliens

Asalia House

An army of clouds traveled fast over a gray sky. Fat drops splashed on the mossy tiles and created a stream of water that flowed determined towards the end of the terrace. It was impossible to predict when the rain would finally stop. 

He hated the rain. He couldn't stand the dampness. He especially loathed having to struggled not to fall as he crossed the terrace. That terrace had been a disaster for him several times. The slippery floor looked rather nice, shiny. However, he hated it wholeheartedly. 

Then the rain stopped and hot temperatures took over. It was great at the beginning. People felt like they were on an eternal vacation. 

However, constant cuts in the water flow, restrictions on watering gardens and lawns, the long lines to get water from the local fire brigade trucks, all this made him wish he had the rain back, that dreaded rain he had cursed so often. 

But the rain never returned. 

Scientists tried artificial clouds, weather changing techniques, micro-management of weather systems, but nothing changed. 

Everyone hated the sun. Everyone hated the heat. Everyone hated the blue sky, that beautiful blue sky. 

When the aliens arrived, no one noticed it at first. Their ships were silent and none of them uttered a single sound. 

Then, people thought that was the last thing they needed. Were they being invaded? Were they going to become slaves and work in alien mines? Were they going to die? 

The aliens took a huge piece of some unknown mineral and placed it in the middle of the desert (one of the deserts). The mineral looked like a giant menhir and it pulsated, shining a green glow around it. It pulsated for 4 days. 

And then, a few clouds appeared. Everyone cheered. 

More clouds appeared, traveling faster over the blue sky, turning it into a light gray tone. 

And after two weeks of expectation, the first drops of rain. 

The terrace became slippery again. And he was happy. 

As a matter of fact, he never thought he'd be this happy. The tour of duty was almost over. This was his 5th. The perks were good and he had volunteered four times. The first time was always compulsory for everyone. It was a tour of adjustment. Most of them would do several tours if they could accommodate to the local ways. 

He had to admit that, at first, it was rather perplexing, but as time flew by, he had fun and even started taking part in the local activities. 

After the 3rd tour, he decided he had enough. He was tired. He wanted to go back home. 

But that's when the problems started back then, the constant rain, the flooding, the destruction of the environment. It was driving him crazy. 

Nevertheless, he was told to stay on for a bit longer. The plan was for him to stay a week or two. Then, the plan changed, and he had to stay for 3 months. Then, everything changed again and he was told to stay indefinitely. 

He hid the processor well. At least, he tried to. The damn thing became problematic when it started to interfere with the Internet connections of his neighbors. 

A new processor, more updated, was to arrive quickly. It never did. So he had to hide his processor in the middle of the local forest, away from everything and everyone. 

Some kids almost found it one day. He had just buried it when the kids appeared. He hid behind a slope nearby. He didn't want to get arrested for being some sort of freak wandering about alone in the forest, or worse spying on kids. He threw a few stones in the direction of the road. The kids' curiosity was too big and they followed the noise. At some point, they lost interest, as kids do, and walked away. He had to dig the damn thing up and walk deeper into the forest to hide it. 

When the aliens appeared, the processor was in his pocket and no one, in a radius of a km, had Internet. It was a small price to pay for the rain, he thought. 

When the aliens packed up their gear and left, as silently as they had arrived, he was left in charge of the green standing stone. 

Yet, he still managed to slip a message to the unit captain. 


Sunday, December 2, 2018

Too Much

Water Reserve

A mother came to me.
She was holding a photograph.
It was her daughter's.
A mother came to me with tears in her eyes.
She wanted to tell me about the stories.
She wanted to tell me about the singing. The painting.
“My daughter, you see...”
And she held the photograph close to her chest as if that would bring her daughter back.
“I'm writing a book, you see...”
And she poured her soul into it.
A mother came to me and whispered.
“It was too much...”
And I thought, it was. It was too much pain.
100 Word Stories

Sunday, November 25, 2018

The Crow and the Spaceship

Raven Lake

The crow muttered a few words. No one could understand him. He looked up and everyone mimicked him. They couldn't see anything.
The crow flapped his wings. His nervousness was increasing.
Then, they saw it. It was blinding. It tinted the whole sky with an overwhelming tone of orange.
“What is that?”
“That, you idiots, is your end.”
They did understand the crow this time, but they stood there mesmerized, watching the spaceship fly over them, again and again.
It didn't feel like the end.
The talking crow took off and hid.
They... they were never seen again.
(PICK TWO: Bubbling, Saffron, Lime, Axial, Repetition, Can, Spaceship)

Sunday, November 18, 2018


Il Nido

To my grandmother who loved daisies

Winter is coming, they say. The flowers will go to sleep.
But these daisies flourished on. They never gave up.
The rain flooded the flower pots. The snow stifled everything cold. And they still managed to bloom.
He plucked a few and placed them in a beautiful jar. They collapsed that same day.
It was strange but also somehow comforting.
Eric felt his grandmother had something to do with this because she loved daisies.
He sneered. “Yes, Granny is watching from heaven and all that.”
Heaven was a strange concept for him. But then again, resilient daisies were that too.

Sunday, November 11, 2018


Salt Water

“Brace yourselves for the worst storm you have ever experienced. The winds will be cyclonic, the rain torrential. You may want to get these raincoats on. The waterproof boots will be extremely helpful too. Oh, and I advise you to wear these glasses to protect your eyes from flying debris. You'll never forget this experience, I assure you.” 
The group was skeptical, considering how beautiful and peaceful everything looked.
“It better be epic. We paid a lot of money for this.”
After a long wait, the only thing that flew was Steven, the guide of the weather-themed park.

Sunday, November 4, 2018


Il Nido

The four men sat at the table surrounded by birds chirping.
“This racket is driving me crazy.”
The others shrugged and continued to talk about the plan.
“All weapons on deck?” he asked.
The others nodded.
A map appeared out of nowhere.
“What if he's dead already?”
“Then, that's it.”
And he thought, no, that's not it. First, I'll come back and kill these damn birds. Then, I'll get rid of you cretins. And finally... Why not?
He pulled out two guns and shot the others right there and then.
Sometimes, there's no point in waiting.

Sunday, October 28, 2018

Smart Move

Collins Land

The winner would be announced later. It was obvious that the blue boat had won, but they'd announce it later.
To announce something obvious, with great pomp and circumstance, hours after the event ended was confusing. But Peter believed there was some sort of live event logistics that determined that, until... he saw the crew looking rather suspicious.
He stormed over to the mic.
“There's a lot more than people in that boat...”
The police rushed to the stage. Peter was arrested. The crew of the blue boat hurried away.
Smart move to traffic dope right under everyone's noses.

Sunday, October 21, 2018



“Pirates are turtles.”
The others at the table frowned. Most of them were pirates.
“Yes, turtles.”
“You drank too much, mate.”
“No, no. Turtles, they are.”
“Why turtles?”
The man prepared to stand up and walk away.
“Wait, wait. Have a seat. Explain why we're turtles.”
The others frowned.
“Turtles or parrots?”
The man raised his beer mug and laughed.
“Another round for the boys!”
Everyone forgot about the turtle story.
When the man walked away he had several pouches of coins in his pocket.
“Slow blabbers,” he whispered.