Sunday, May 9, 2021



"Attention! Today's specials!" said the innkeeper.
The room lit up with enthusiasm.
"Fish and apples!"
A murmur of disappointment...
"Fish, apples AND seagull!"
The crowd went back to the usual chatter, uninterested.
"... and RUM!"
A roar of eagerness thundered throughout the room.
"The fish is fresh and.."
Everyone laughed.
"Well, the rum is OK..."
A round of lively applause.
The innkeeper was sweating profusely by then.
In fact, the rum was the cheapest he could find.
Let's just say the evening ended with him bobbing away inside a barrel, doused in his own rum.
Luckily, they didn't light him up.

Sunday, May 2, 2021

When Will It Stop Raining


When will it stop raining?
When will they be able to stop wearing those silly helmets that didn't let them breathe properly?
The people at the monastery couldn't care less, and he admired them for that.
They disregarded the compulsory quarantine, saying they had to help the ones in need.
They made offerings to some obscure entity and they didn't care about the rain.
That's why they walked around wrapped in this odd material they had come up with themselves, and only at night.
When will it stop raining, he thought. He wanted to go and become one of them.

Sunday, April 25, 2021


Ah, the photo of his old bedroom. He couldn't help but smile. It was there he had taken the first steps towards his amazing career in computers, full of hope and dreams, overshadowing his big sister's remarkable career as a Professor.
Behind the bookshelf, that's where he hid it.
Years later, he went back to fetch it. Gone.
When the cops knocked at his door, he knew the governments of those countries weren't happy with him.
The little code-book... They had it. But how??
Sitting in his cold cell, he tried to figure it out, his sister's sneer haunting him.

Sunday, April 18, 2021


France Portnawak

A cool course on something maritime, he couldn't remember what. Something he had seen online, but he hadn't paid much attention. And now he was in this predicament, surrounded by ice and no one in sight. The tiny boat was destroyed and that thing, whatever it was called, frantically blinking some sort of danger signal, was tossed aside.
“And now, Mr. Smart Ass who never reads anything 'til the end? And now? Well, now you're gone.”
People searched for him. They did try...
Surprisingly, the advanced "cool course" had twice as many attendees. People like getting in trouble, don't they?

Sunday, April 11, 2021

River Crossing

Annwan Willows

"River Crossing..." said the sign.
River? There was nothing there, not a single drop of water in sight.
He looked left. He looked right. If he was to cross anything, he'd follow the rules.
Then he took a step forward and looked left and right again. He had always been very cautious.
He looked at his watch and took another step forward.
That's exactly when, out of nowhere, a huge pack of wolves knocked him down.
The locals nicknamed the pack leader River and crossing River where he usually crossed was not a healthy thing to do, cautiously or not!

Sunday, April 4, 2021


Milk Wood

 The vet's schedule is imprinted on my brain. For many months, that was the most important schedule in my life. Mondays and Tuesdays, morning and afternoon. Wednesdays, afternoon and evening. Thursdays, night shift. Fridays, not there. There were other vets there, of course, but... It wasn't the same thing. They hesitated, read the files ten times, messed up the meds. And I used to ask, not sure whom, please, please, don't let him get really ill on a Friday. Or weekend. The vet's schedule is still imprinted on my brain, but I don't need it anymore. My kitty is gone.

Sunday, March 28, 2021


France Portnawak

The phone call was short. The woman spoke fast. The construction or something... The hall is too small...
She spoke too fast. The construction was fine. He checked. The hall was fine too.
The phone call was short. She blabbered a few words. And she hung up. The construction she said, the hall...?
What does she know? She heard stories about this and that and she had the gall to think she could replace him, yes, the gall.
The other phone call was also short. "How much?" The man also replied fast.
No one would ever take his place. Ever.

Sunday, March 21, 2021

Behind a Bush


Just pretend that fog is wonderful.
Just pretend the trees are magnificent.
Pretend, just pretend the rays of sun are not burning the grass dry.
Part from your heart.
Part from your soul.
Someone will look for you.
Someone will shout for you.
Just pretend you're not sinking, pretend your whole life is not running through your head, a host of bizarre what ifs.
Just pretend you can still move your legs, pretend the thick mud is not pulling you down, dragging your dreams into the darkness.
There are no dreams. Only tragic nightmares. And the suffocating fog.

Sunday, March 14, 2021


Time Remains

Imagine being in hospital. You can't move. You can barely breathe.
No one believes you.
Imagine peering through the window and seeing the elegant bridge crossing the river all lit up, beautiful at night.
Imagine the little dots of light coming from the fishing boats, like fireflies.
Yes, imagine smiling and thinking I will die in a few minutes, but I'll die having the most gorgeous view.
Imagine they still don't believe you. And you still can't breathe.
But you're smiling. You're smiling because that tilted postcard window is your hope, your only hope, the hope that keeps you breathing.

Sunday, March 7, 2021

A toast!


“A toast! My kingdom for a toast!” The crowd at the café chuckled. They all knew him. They all loved his silly jokes. The room was always dark. That gave them a sense of protection and the silly, often crude, jokes made them feel like they belonged. One day he didn't show up. They looked for him everywhere. Weeks went by. Then they received a letter at the café. "I'm fine. I got a job digging up some ruins. The archaeologists are OK. But they lack one thing. They don't have toast!" The crowd at the café chuckled once again.

Sunday, February 28, 2021


Collins Land

Everyone sat at the table and toasted. Everyone smiled. Yes, that fake smile that goes well with wine and the possibility of a new job. He thought about the cool car he'd buy, the shinny new apartment, even the weekend lodge by the lake. And then he blurted out that stupid thing. He had to say it, didn't he? Why? Because he was a moron. "This wine is not one of the best I have had." No more job for you, you simpleton. Why had he decided to apply for a job at a winery? He didn't even like wine.

Sunday, February 21, 2021


Collins Land

It's the best food on earth, he said. What did you put in this? It tastes funny. Oh, it's the seasoning. I can't remember, but I tossed everything I had on it. And he laughed, amused by his friends' hesitation. Eat it, eat it. I made plenty of them for the picnic. And they did eat. When they started dropping like flies, he scratched the name of each one of them out from a list. He had that list since he was 13, when they made him eat pizza with rat meat in it. Revenge is such a sweet thing.

Sunday, February 14, 2021

Small Talk

Annwn Willows

Small talk is such an effective way of getting to know people, he thought. The event was promoted as an informal get-together to meet your soulmate. He needed a soulmate, desperately. After the usual introductions and polite smiles, the whole conversation took an unexpected turn when one of the ladies said she enjoyed being tossed in the river. At first, he didn't understand what she meant. He laughed nervously and he noticed she did have a strange color. "It's the river," she said. "Too much pollution." He nodded. Let's just say he didn't find his soulmate. He wasn't that desperate.
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Sunday, February 7, 2021

To and Too


This train was too cramped. But she had no other option than to take this one.
A man was playing with a rope.
Too cramped, too awkward.
She wanted to get there quickly. The boat was ready and she was ready. Sailing around the world was her dream, and that dream was so close. She only needed to survive this bloody crowded train.
Suddenly, the train hiccuped, startling everyone.
When she woke up, a rope tied her to a pipe on the wall and the police were knocking at the door.
She wanted to scream. Horrified, she realized she couldn't...

Sunday, January 31, 2021

How Does That Grab You?

ChangHigh Trinity Sisters

"How does that grab you?"
Silence. Her friend shrugged, a hint of contempt dripping from his lips.
"Any other ideas?"
Her friend shrugged again.
She was on the verge of screaming and tossing all the brochures in the garbage.
"No cruise, too many germs. No camping, too many bugs. No flying, too many.. what was it again?"
Her friend sneered. She could see he was amused and that only made things worse.
"What about the show?"
He shrugged.
"Bloody hell. Just tell me what you want."
He turned and walked away.
She nodded.
"Yep, not worth it. Glad it's over."

Sunday, January 24, 2021

Get a Life

Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.
Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.
Trip, fall, get up, stand straight.
Drip, crawl, fed up, stand straight.
Drip, maul, fed up, stand.
Blip, tall, fed up, stand.
Trip, trip, drip, blip.
Hate, hate, hate!
Well, trip, stand, wait.
The tap sang this song. Drip, trip, blip. On and on.
Stand, wait, stand, wait.
The tap sang this song. On and on.
Skip, blip.
Skip, stand.
Skip, wait.
Skip, the tap sang this song, skip.
Life? What? Life?
What life?
Get a life.

Sunday, January 17, 2021

Why is Mother Crying?

Collins Land

Why is mother crying? 
Why does she not listen? 
Why is she stubborn? 
Why does she live in the past? 
Why does she have those photos up on the wall? 
The architect. The painter. The President. 
They tried, she said once, but she was too good for them. 
She sneered in contempt. She was too good for them. 
Why is mother crying? 
They never acknowledged her talent, never. 
She shrugged away their stupidity. 
She doesn't care. She doesn't listen. She is stubborn and will never change. 
Why is mother crying? 
That's why, that's why.

Sunday, January 10, 2021


Collins Land

The fire crackled, sputtering snapping sounds. 
The evening began with a quiet conversation about something, she couldn't remember what. 
Then, slowly but surely, everything started collapsing. He snapped, venomous words, venomous sentences and venomous hatred. He sputtered spite and a storm of grudges, loading and malevolence. His skin sizzled, tiny drops of sweat popping here and there on his forehead. 
She sat in silence. The fire used to look so beautiful, so warm and welcoming. But, for some reason, it didn't today. 
Silence, the whole evening. And the fire spoke and crackled and snapped. 
The next morning, she was gone.

Sunday, January 3, 2021

Target No More

Time Remains

"This is the hand that feeds you!"
The boys' silence screamed horrors of pain and misery.
There was only one way out of this. They knew it.
That evening, while the police scoped the house, all three boys, aged 5, 8 and 14, sat outside. None of them spoke, not even the 5 year old. They knew nothing. The father had walked into the woods and had never returned.
An aunt came over. The police left.
The dresser had to go. The hidden compartment, they had found long ago, came in handy after all. The body would never be found.