Brewed Words

a collection of prose, poems, haikus and anything else that comes to my heart


He looked at his naked body through the mirror and cursed as he saw the long brace on his right leg. He wanted to remove and throw it in the trash can. But then he wouldn’t be able to walk. So he just gritted his teeth and put on his everyday clothes.

He stepped outside the apartment where he lived alone and was greeted by the sunlight. The weather was balmy. He smiled to himself as he limped towards the station to sit by the bus window and look at the colors of the world.

Life was good after all.

The Christmas Dinner Table

He looked at her across the dinner table. She smiled. She lifted her wine glass in a playful toast as he did the same. She laughed with that lilting laughter, one of the things that enamored her to him. Then she mouthed the words, “I love you.”

Her voice he also would never forget. He looked down at his empty plate as tears threatened to well up from his eyes  He looked back up.

She was no longer there as she passed away many years ago. All he had were memories as he sat alone at the Christmas dinner table.

The Chance Encounter

He jumped off the bus as it slowed. He almost bumped into her when he hit the ground. Their eyes met and a sad recognition came as a slew of memories passed between them: the beach strolls, the mountain treks, the cooking fun, the bed cuddles…

Then the betrayal. The pain.

She gave him a half smile and turned away to walk towards the bus.

He headed towards his destination.

Only when he heard the bus leave did he look behind him.

At the back of the bus was an advertisement. It read, “Let the past roll away.”

He did.

The Accident

Her words felt like burning stabs in his inner being

“I’m sorry. You’re a good and decent man, but you’re … well … crippled. I can’t be seen walking and holding hands with you. I can’t even imagine going to bed with you. Thank you for the money you lent me. But I won’t be able to pay you back. I’m so sorry.”

With that she stood and left the restaurant.

He looked down at his coffee realizing that he was mindlessly stirring it as she spoke. “She was just using me,” he thought. “How could I be so foolish?”

Suddenly he heard tires screeching followed by a loud crash. He stood and walked out. He then saw a few feet away her crumpled body lying on the pavement and nearby a car that slammed into a post. He walked to her as a crowd was quickly gathering. She was alive but seemingly with a broken leg. Their eyes met.

He turned away to look at the car. The driver was getting out dazed. He limped to the driver.

And shook his hand.

Of Friends

I remember bumping into a friend one day and the first thing he said to me was, “All our friends are dying.”

Sometimes I pause and think, “Am I blessed to be living this long?”

Indeed, as I have grown older, friends have left this earth for the afterlife. Then there are friends who still remain, but you want to avoid, for they have become grumpy and critical in their old age.

So the friends that you want to see and spend time with are those who will talk about most things under the sun without judgment but with laughter and good-naturedness. At the end of the day you feel relaxed and thankful for friends.

For one who lives alone, I often wonder if I’ll live too long that there will be no friends to mourn me when I go.

“Find a wife,” my friends would advice. As if that’s as easy as picking flowers from a garden.

“Don’t be romantic; just find someone who can take care of you,” they add. That’s even worse. I don’t think any woman would want to be proposed to with, “Will you marry me to take care of me?”

I have well-meaning friends, but they can be ridiculous at times. So I just smile and shake my head. As I am in my twilight years, looking for a wife becomes more difficult.

So I will just have to be content with seeing my close friends once in a while and hope that I will not one day find an empty table at the cafe where we always meet.

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