Saturday, November 4, 2017

Bitesize fiction. With a pinch of salt. Part 3

First Officer's log, stardate 20150706

The Salinians have given us a warm reception and we were given the chance to admire the salt caves. The caves ran deep throughout the planet's crust and held inside them houses, commercial and educational centers and even underground lakes. The Salinians have built themselves a home in these tunnels, leaving room enough for the indigenous plant and animal life, as little as it was, to continue living undisturbed. There was room enough for everyone.

We admired the view of one of their leisure centers from the promenade.

Friday, November 3, 2017

Bitesize fiction. Taxi telenovela

The yellow car stops in front of me as I wave my phone to make the driver understand that it was I who had placed the order.

I get in the back seat with my luggage, mechanically confirm my name and give the driver the address. I sit back, relieved to be out of the cold.

The cabbie drives off and resumes his phone conversation without paying me any more mind. I really don't like it when the driver talks on the phone. At least he's using a hands-free device. Hey, it could be worse... he could be trying to make small talk.

Saturday, April 29, 2017

Layers

Ogres are like onions...

All of us are like ogres too. No, we don't stink. Well, not all of us... not all the time.

But we are like ogres, as in, we have layers. Like onions. Or cakes, because not everybody likes onions.

Friday, January 6, 2017

Broken pencil poetry. Shattered

Frustration is one of the strongest emotions I have felt. It is both the cause and the effect of passion, anger, fear, recklessness... among others.

It is one horrible hurricane that blinds and binds. That is why I often find it so hard to convey it in a coherent form. It will simply appear as a misarticulated mess. Shift+Del.

I think I finally have a vague rendition of this feeling...


Shattered
6 Jan 2017


The little glass marbles
All roll out on the floor,
Hiding in corners, under the bed, in a crack in the floor.
Look at your hand -
They're all gone,
But one, one more...

Stuck in your head,
It grows like a pearl from a grain of sand,
Like a hurricane,
Like a star.
It's a scream caught in your throat,
Burning your lungs,
Exploding from your ribcage,
Out in the sky.

You close your eyes
And wish that you could close your ears
So you'd no longer hear
The silence that follows.

Sunday, July 5, 2015

Bitesize fiction. With a pinch of salt. Part 2

First Officer's personal log

Our meeting with ambassador T'nera was all routine. She seemed as uptight and cold as any other Vulcan and the amenities were taken care of very quickly.

I could sense that the Captain was happy to have seen her to her quarters. None of us can help being a bit anxious about having a Vulcan on board. Let alone a Vulcan high official.

On another note, my game of tennis with the Captain has been disappointing at best. 5-1 is a terrible score... for me. I will challenge him to a game of darts when we reach Salinia. I'm bound to fare better. He can't be the best at everything!
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