Archive for May 2009

Shadows on the wall

May 12, 2009

He laughed.

I tried to laugh along, my voice popping like corns in the oven.

It’s not funny, he shouted.

What is? I tried to justify.

What? he shouted.

It was pointless.

The smoke from the kerosene lamp was killing me. I was sure my nostrils were black like the furnace.

I stared at the shadows on the wall and smiled.

What’s funny? he shouted.

Nothing, I said, and counted cracks on the wooden floor.


The Waiting

May 11, 2009

The corridor was filled with people, seemed like hundreds of them. They were whispering and signing to each other, afraid of their own voices. Afraid of the truth.