She blinked her eyes again in disbelief.
Yes! It was him with a much older woman.
Her heart ached.
For her.. he left me..?
Tears blurred her vision.
Can’t be true.. but it wasn’t a dream either..
She stood there silently.
Suddenly overheard their talk..
Stars twinkled in misty eyes..
And she left the sight..

I can’t keep my cool in my cubicle. Gary calls me the goofy geek.
Donna says I’m her dubious devil. Patrick’s our peaceful prankster.
Selena is so serious! From start to finish, I find frustration, fun, fatigued faces, friends and foes. But at the end of the day, I’m a stranger at home.

It was senior year when he had hair and smiled full and wide. We walked down the hallway to the bus and laughed together about school.
The next day a car swerved and hit a crowd, he was hit and fell.
The last day of school he smiled again, a zigzag scar of a grin.

Michael is clearing the hospital bills. Just a week back she was
hospitalized beaten by Michael. She had decided that she will never go back to him. But Michael apologized and she decided other wise. She knows she would go to a home she can call – theirs and not hers or his.

“This is heaven”

“You sure?”

“This is unlike anything you have ever tasted”

“Better than blueberry muffins?”

“Fuck your blueberry muffins, this is the real stuff”

His eyes glistened, lips curled, the shiny metal , hint of red and my end.

Few children outside were doing a protest march.

STOP DRUG ABUSE!

Life faded away.

“It’s my turn.” She pushed him.

“It’s ALWAYS your turn.” He wrestled.

“Well, I am the older one.”

“And I, am the smarter.”

“Go ahead smarty! Remember, mom gave ME the money.”

“Alright, you pick. Anything but Strawberry!”

She sported her best smile as she turned to the counter, “One Strawberry Sundae please.”

She locked all doors and walked out into the dark streets as usual. None of those who met her in the dark saw the ebony tears of mascara she shed each night.
But today was her day with her prince.
“I love you.”
“Love you too honey.” Her first night of love.

Despite the blasts he gripped her wrist, leading her to the edge of the cliff. She gathered her long white dress and halted, “I can’t.” Hurt, he loosened his grip.

Wedding bells echoing!

Phone rang. She reached for the bed lamp. “Hello?”

“Elisa? About George …”

Numbed, she checked her wrist. It’s purple all around.

A cold, icy drizzle fell, as April slowly walked home.

Sidewalks slick, reflected in the streetlights glow.

From a distance, the sound of heavy footsteps approaching.

A backward glance revealed an old man. Surprisingly agile, he silently passed April.

His cane loudly, rhythmically pounded the ice. Then faded.

April breathed out. Heartbeat, returned.

She looked down at the rust-coloured blood.

Confusion and fear coursing over her, before cold understanding settled over numb limbs.

Her life, as she knew it, was ending.

She slumped to the floor, onto hard unforgiving tile.

But unwavering faith in the omnipotence of her mother kept back the tears.

It was her first period.

Darkness was threatening to consume her.

Echoing in her ears were lullabies once sung by her mother. Torturous pain seared through the tiny mass as someone pulled her leg. Ruthlessly she was dragged out in her final moments. Blank.

Murdered by betrayal.

“Abortion successful”.

I gave birth to a stillborn baby girl and named her Envy, the very nature of which she was conceived. I went crazy after that, sat myself in a rocking chair and sang lullabies to a corpse. I let dust gather on the bookshelves and food was left to spoil.

I used to believe I was a ninja turtle until someone stole my bandanna and defecated on it. That same day a girl in my trailer park pushed me in a ditch and threw my tricycle on top of me. At sixteen I had sex with her brother out of spite.