An ordinary evening: Flash Fiction 

The light are off now. The infamous power cut has returned to haunt the best among the less affluent in the city. The moon is mocking the night as he lights up the little lamp on the table. His desk has over three course books opened in front of him. As he holds up the pen to solve the next problem, he puts on his ear phones. 

The silverish ipod from the past is playing Stop and Stare by the band OneRepublic. The ipod is scratched over. He feels the chill of the lyrics in the air. The other piles of unopened books look back at him. Time has slowed and he is humming the tune. Unaware of the future time slips by, moment by moment.

The world lays in front of him, like the piles of books, waiting to be read. There could be difficult problems to solve without answers to reconcile at the final page, or there could be the sweet poem like the one that described of the yellow and red autumn leaves. He knows this fact and it somehow manages to excite and scare him both at the same time. 

While time slips through his slender fingers like fine grains of sand, he lives a moment, one after another. Suddenly time is under his command. 

The Sky That Night: Flash Fiction

11 years ago I woke up at 3 AM in the morning. I patted over my cousin who had come for a sleepover to wake up. She woke up with tired eyes, so much willing to go back to sleep. I reminded her of what we were going to see and her ever round eye opened bright. I would have slept myself but the thought of what we were going to see was too exciting to fall back asleep.

Then it was my turn to wake my mother. We were all going to witness it together. I held an old binoculars that papa had bought long ago. I can still feel its weight over my hand.

We climbed the stairs. I couldn’t contain my excitment as we approached the terrace beside the kitchen. How was it going to be like? Would I be able to see it?

We opened the door and stepped out. The city was asleep. And it seemed as though we were the only ones awake at that moment. But the dead silence did not scare me just then. I was so sure that we were going to witness something wonderful the moment we climbed the vantage point.

I looked up at the sky. It was empty, but there were stars of course and the moon as always. But it wasn’t there. What I had come searching for at the brink of dawn wasn’t there. I used the binoculars and checked every corner of the vast sky that was visible to my eye, but it wasn’t there.

‘Let us go back and sleep,’ said mamu.

My mother knew that whatever we were looking for was not going to show up. My little cousin seemed disappointed, so was I. But I tried to hide my diappointment to persuade them to stay.

Both of them left soon after. I decided to stay a little longer. The dark night somehow did not manage to scare me, because I was so sure I had come in search for something that I was going to find. It got colder, but it did not show up.

Finally, I had to return.

Few days earlier the newspapers claimed the planet Saturn would be visible to the naked eye during that night and two more nights to come.

The next day I read over a paper that people had lined up at the Science and Technology center to see the mighty planet with rings through a semi powerful telescope.

I couldn’t manage to wake anyone up the next night. I fell asleep myself.

I hear there is going to be a meteor shower next week, so will you be up?

The Moon Tonight: Flash Fiction

May be it has been ages that I stared at the moon in the night sky. Suddenly today, I can see the crescent moon in the evening sky. Through my glass window I stare at it, lying on my bed. A bit dizzy because of the flue, the moon seemed calmer than the usual sight. Standing all by itself in the sky, overseeing the hills and the houses that surround the city.

It seemed calmer than usual, and a bit lonely as well. As I curled up on my bed trying to feel the heat to cure the flu, I tried to strike up a conversation with the moon tonight.

It gets darker by the moment and the moon flashes its light, casting shadow over earth as the opaque objects light up.

Crescent it may be, but it is clear tonight, like it has come in search of something missing for the past ages. But it gets blurry by the moment because my eyes suffer from myopia and I do not want to search those glasses because the moon tonight is already too clear to see.

I would have taken a picture, but it is too mysterious to capture it in any lens but the eye. The night is a dance of sadness and happiness, as its end brings a new day.

The moon tonight is still shining, but my vision gets dizzy. I slouch back. It is now time to sleep and let the flu heal. Tomorrow a new moon would be gazing from the sky.

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