Sunday, January 20, 2013

A grain of sand

"It's the middle of summer and we're on the beach. Sand grains running down our feet with every step we make. The sun is not up yet, and the fog is slowly retreating with every minute that passes. We've been walking on the beach for what feels like forever. Neither of us dares to speak, we are just walking down the lane of our memories."

Out of a sudden, she breaks the silence. "We've been walking for so long, maybe it's time we stopped and gave ourselves a moment". As she said that, a short smile showed up on her face. It was just a short one, cause soon after she let out a sigh.
As he stops, his eyes are glancing at her small hand. "Your nail polish is wearing off. I think it looks like the polish particles are trying to get away from your fingers. I can't imagine anyone or anything would want to be away from you". She grins and takes a sit on the cold sand, and as she does that, he realizes how dull his comment sounded. 
"Let's get back to the silence, I just want to stay here and be with you right now. Anything, everything ..is far away from us right now, far behind those rocks" she says, as she looks at the enormous rocks that part the beach from the streets of the city.

The city may not be so far behind the rocks, but that's just in the real world. They ..they live in a fantasy right now, and it is fucking sweet.


Love,Just.

Saturday, January 19, 2013

Old city

It's late in night. The wind blows hard through the dark alleys of the city, passing by the shadowed windows and leaving all the souls behind. If it could whisper, if it could talk, the wind would share so many thoughts of all those souls that hide from it ... they hide behind the carved, dusty walls of their buildings. Those very same walls that wind passed by so many times, and will pass again, and again, until the very end.

A young man is walking those dark alleys, looking for ..something, anything. Anything that could get him away from all of it. He walks slowly, listening to all the sounds around him. It might be late, but the city never sleeps ..you can always hear the noise, be it late in night or early morning. The sound of an engine fades away into the distance,  the noise of an old air conditioner ticks like a broken clock ..tick! tick! tock! tick! tock! tock!


In the building on the left he can see a light on, at the second floor. A young girl, barely in her high school years just walked into the kitchen. Every night you can hear her mother cry, every night she hopes it's the last time her daughter showed up late ..with a bottle of vodka.

If you look a bit to the left, you will see a couple in their mid 20's. He came home wearing the scent of another woman. She still hopes this is the last time, he promised after all. He promised last week, and the week before, and he will promise again 3 months from now. One year from now, he will be at a different window ..only this time it will be her that will promise. Unless, this is the real world. In real world the window will remain the same, and she will only be one year older ..hoping as always.

Ah sweet old city, a place of hopes and dreams, overwhelmed and overtaken by fear and despair. A place that doesn't know the notion of quiet.





-Been a while since my last post. A "friend" if I may call her that, reminded me how much I enjoyed writing a short story every now and then. I'm back, or so I think at the moment.



Love,Just.