These are short stories I wrote, little allegories for things Ive experienced.
MEET:
He told her that he would love her, even from afar. She laughed sadly, said she knew it, and she was sorry.
Years later, he found her half by chance, saying to himself “I have loved you from afar.”
She told him of many things, of schedules and meetings, deadlines and projects. She told him of life and happiness, of simple mornings and lean living. Even of all this, he was sad.
He found love in her eyes, love and longing and hope that had nothing tied to him. He remembered candle-lit smiles, desparing for the life he’d left.
In the end, he smiled weakly. He told her of schedules and meetings, deadlines and projects. He told her of life and happiness, of simple mornings and lean living. She never noticed that even through all this, he was sad.
All this, and he must smile. After all, smiles and frowns are only worth the whimsical audience.
A number of people stood together, united and hopeful in their own solidarity. They were an island, a group amidst the masses. They believed in what they chose, and made their focus as they deemed proper. They were happy, autonomous and unshakeable. When the waves came, they crashed hard against the people around them, and the people fell but the group did not.
Knowing that the only waekness the group faced was internal, they fortified themselves like wisemen, searching themselves for traces of weakness. They became strong, individually and as a group.
The next waves came and like time before, they crashed hard against the people. Again the group stood strong amidst the masses, who were but victims of the waves. One of the group reached out, hoping to save an outsider from his fate. Another reached out, and another, eventually dooming the group to the same fate as the masses. Nobody was saved that day.
She was a woman of talent, commitment, and loyaty. Unfortunatly, she was also a woman of security. She needed a perfect house, a perfect car, a perfect lover. She was a woman of white walls, a woman built shining on the hillside for all to admire and model. Once she got tired of her ragged love who didnt fit the picture’s edges, she started having dreams. She dreamt she needed a hammer, that the lover had a hammer but would not offer it even when there was such an obvious need, she stood barefoot in the street with nails and a photograph. She finally told him that he could “keep your fucking hammer, you selfish pig!”