Fiction – Words & Feelings

on missing.

Her emotions took control of her, once again. They were too overwhelming to be quietened down, reasoned with or ignored. Her heart was in the mood to cry: it seemed like so long ago (though in reality, only about a week) since she had last seen him, and she missed him as intensely as ever.Continue reading “on missing.”

“is it okay if i sit here?”

As she walked into the restaurant, she anxiously scanned the room to find at which table the group was to be seated. Further to the back, she spotted a long table, and no sooner had she seen it that her eyes fell upon him. So he had arrived before her this time. To her relief,Continue reading ““is it okay if i sit here?””

that’s all i came here for.

Hesitatingly (for she had never done this before) she made her way towards his desk. She had noticed him there on her arrival in the building, and she longed to see him, to be physically a little closer to him, and perhaps even share a few words. She felt herself getting shy as she cameContinue reading “that’s all i came here for.”

the present.

The bell rings, and the room fills with the sound of chairs scraping the floor as the class of students eagerly gets up to escape to recess – except for one student, who packs her bag, pushes back her chair, stands up, and readjusts her skirt with uncommon slowness, and who seems to hesitate aboutContinue reading “the present.”

conversation at work. {her}

Sitting on the couch in the staff room, I indulge in daydreams of him, as I always do. I imagine him walking in the room right this moment, and how we would say hello, and be polite and civil towards one another, carefully treading that fine line that separates distance from intimacy and acquaintance fromContinue reading “conversation at work. {her}”

“this”

She could hear the sound of birds chirping in the trees. It was a warm day, early in the summer, and the sun was high up in the sky, which was blue, bluer than the shirt he was wearing. “This,” she started, waving in the air a small bundle of folded pieces of paper, “wasContinue reading ““this””

O Mio Babbino Caro.

“One day, I was a student here, just like you!” I say enthusiastically, balancing the harp in between my knees, feeling the curious eyes of the students on me and my instrument. I am glad to be here, though I think that is the case only because you are. I would not be this happyContinue reading “O Mio Babbino Caro.”