Sleepless

by | | FlashFiction

Jet lag
Fast food
Soul night
Repeat

Disco lights
Loud music
Dance tap
Repeat

Longing
Caring
Loving
Imagined

Feel me
Touch me
Hug me
Non existent

Drowning
Burning
Scarring
Ending

Nostalgia

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I spent about twenty minutes walking around to find the plate of noodles that made me think of it day and night, for a few days in a row, after a local penang friend took me there.

The plate of noodles was prepared in a mobile stainless steel food truck and attached to a motorbike. Two middle aged men took turns to cook the noodles, while an old lady sat by the side, taking down orders. A younger woman, delivered the food, holding up to three plates stacked on each arm.

Upon receiving my noodles on a foldable plastic table, while I sat on a portable chair, along the roadside, I could not help but admire the dish for a few seconds for it looks like a piece of art – the green chilies are in the spoon, fried dumplings that sit on the top side of the plate – the noodles are swimming in a dark gravy and garnished with reddish slices of barbequed pork meat.

I stirred in the green chillies and they melted into the dish, the gravy blended in the meats and dumplings, before digging into the tantalising dish that – man – made me feel like YES this is the best time of my life after a long hard day of work.

The heat was unbearable, but the food was too tasty to bother. I drowned down a ice cold freshly squeezed orange juice after the meal. Life is beautiful.

I am back in the air conditioned room, back to technology, back to the inter-connectivity. But for a moment of time, I was transported into the nostalgia of the past – when my grand mother was still alive.

I miss her so much.

The Oasis

by | | FlashFiction

In a vast empty desert
My bare feet dug into the coarse sand
Dust blew into my eyes
I closed my eyes and walked on

In the day time, I traced the direction of the sun
In the night time, I followed the stars

Red bloody marks left my steps, as days past
The particles of sand was suffocating my lungs
There was no reprieve, no signs
Of anyone, I was alone
in the vast desert
For so long
that I lost track of days

The hot sun bored on my head, as I became light and faint
I landed onto the hard sand on my knees and hands,
In a quiet prayer

In the distance, there was an oasis
so clear and blue
the water was shimmering like gold
in the waves of the desert heat

I crawled on my hands and knees towards the oasis
with every single ouch of strength left in my body
as sand went into every pore of my skin

With a final reach, I stretched out my hand
trying to touch the crystal clear water
Water. I need water.

I cupped a handful of water and put it onto my dry lips
only to taste grains of sand

It was just a mirage.

Hopeless

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Click

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The sound of the camera refocusing,
“Click” it went, I was naked.
“Click” it went, I was tied.
“Click” it went again, I was blindfolded

This time I wanted to scream, but I was gagged. Moist filled the blindfold as tears seeped through the fabric. I could not move nor see. I could only hear the endless clicks going off every second as I laid there.

I opened my eyes. The view of polluted skies greeted my vision, my back ached. I sat up. The stone pavement was warm. My bag, which I was using as a pillow, was safe.

The view of Marina Bay Sands greeted me.
The waves were moving calmly on the fresh green waters. Boats are drifting in and out. A few tourists were snapping pictures of the casino. Posing and smiling.

“Click” the camera went.

Sandwich

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He makes a sandwich. “Wholemeal bread” he says. We shared a cup of milk. I took a bite of bread off his hands. Food tastes better this way.

Espresso Shots

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We were drunk on coffee. Our veins injected with espresso shots. The caffine overload, the adrenaline rush, the speed master – racing thoughts and visions – blasting through space. The throbbing pain – numbed. The numbness – even the sensation that comes after a hard workout, a steamy session in a ultra hot sauna – there is no pain left. It’s the rush that numbs it all. With a little dose of nicotine. A puff, a smoke. Fumez.

Tell me it’s not over. We just barely started. It’s not me you are thinking about, it’s the creation of a new world. I write worlds that no one else had imagined. You & I, we can be anything you want us to be. Just trust me. Let me be. I will write that happy ending. As long you let me.