Flash Fiction 2

They laugh. I laugh.
They smile. I smile.
They greet. I greet.
They keep quiet. I keep quiet.
They talk. I keep quiet.

He laughs. I smile.
He smiles. I smile.
He greets. I smile.
He keeps quiet. I smile.
He talks. I smile.

I keeping smile and keeping quiet.

Flash Fiction 3

Miss Timeless is walking on the street.
She wants to buy a pair of shoes for her friend's wedding.
She remembers that phone call from her friend to share with her how excited she is.
Miss Timeless does feel happy for her and promises that she will be in her wedding.
She has been alone for a long time. She hates it but sometimes enjoys it.

As she walks by, she sees a old building with a big white sign on the wall.
Shoes.
She stops, and stares at the broken red old building for a second.
And then, she decides to go inside.

There are so many shoes.
There is nobody but shoes.
She tries one pair on and walk with them, carrying her own worn shoes in her hand.
The window is open and she can see the blue sky through it.
She walks towards the window wearing the new shoes.
She puts her old shoes on the floor as she stops by the window.

The light wind blows her hair.
She closes her eyes.
She sees her old house with a blue door. There is a blue bicycle against the wall.
Children are playing in the door-yard. Balloons are floating in the sky.
She is laughing around with many friends.
They play hide-and-see on the empty street and her eyes are covered.
She hears a car moving.
And her eyes are covered all the time after that.

She hears someone's footstep.
She opens her eyes and sees a blind man with tattoos on both arms.
"Miss, did you find everything?"
"Yes."
"All right, let me help you."
The man helps her get her new and old shoes and go downstairs.
"Watch out for the stairs." He holds her hand.
Miss Timeless walks slowly with the stick.
She sees the sign.
Brightness.

Flash Fiction 1

Flash Fiction 1

Parents

My parents and I drive home after the dinner in my aunt's house.
It's late but lights in the city are still on.
The radio is on and a girl sings softly.
I sit in the back row and look the passengers through the window.
Neither my mom nor my dad talks.
Well, I'm kind of enjoying the silence, but I can tell that my parents do not.
They both have something inside and they are thinking about it.
The car stops in the crossing when the traffic light turns red.
My mom says something in a low voice.
Hey sweetie. I don't have mom and dad any more.
And she keeps driving.
It is still silent in the car and the radio is still on.