July Bones

Some say, the horror begins when we are afraid of something we don't know.  When I think about this view, I talk about the meaning of the word "Alien".  Alien can mean something or someone.  For sure, things are out there.  The things that were studied by the researchers behind the laboratory.    That afternoon, for some reason I was in the car park. I am not a researcher, I only take care of their administration then relations between company partners. But, yes, I work in a private laboratory. The afternoon was rather cloudy and had a lot of wind. I can predict the day will rain. Friday, usually many who want to go home quickly, but some are overtime.  I was thinking there was something left in the office, and if I didn't take it now, I would have to wait for early next week to return to the office because of course my office is closed on holidays. I can't find my main cellphone in the bag. I found all my cellphones but not the most important, spec

Was there behind. As I was right in front of. Think would guard. As I every day would be on thoughts. To tell it's never been. And I had let go. Ever had went numb. Was I that lonely? How's the phrase go? I made this too easy.

"I will not talk to you during our journey." I said to myself. I left the public toilet and returned to the parking lot. Friends are waiting on the minibus. He was there, I didn't know what to see, I looked away at all. I hate myself. I sat in the third row near the window. I open a little, the wind combs my hair bangs. More refreshing. But sometimes I want to see his face again. I don't know what I'm thinking, I don't want to show suspicious movements. The trip was quite short, we finally arrived at the housing estate. It was late afternoon, I was quite tired. We got out of the car with luggage. I do not stand with anyone. And He is with the others. I always feel too modest. I glanced at it from afar. How handsome. The second day, I walked around the neighborhood. There are lakes and puddles. What am I thinking? The morning sun is so beautiful around the lake and how the flowers blossom. Many flowers fall into the water.

Kelly's night was really weird. She saw a man has another man as his lover and wouldn't let him go. She was kind a jealous because he's so romantic with that man. Those two just didn't want to get separated. Later, she went to many places with the two. Like, looking at exhibition. Her mind got distracted. Until, that man's lover went leave the two alone. Kelly didn't realize she's alone with the man, instead she's been focus on a painting. Like in a room, on a bed there's a man, half naked with jeans, put his one warm hand on his own stomach and other looking at a phone. It's like a gesture of seeing a screen, but he seems happy and chat. Like a video call. There's something about deep love the person in that painting by giving that look. And, somehow Kelly heard someone's talking. That man was standing all the time next to her. He asked about what she was seeing in the painting. It was something else. Something else that put the man

The cold, dark streets of the night made Dafire very eager to spend the coins she got today to buy drinks at the bar. Then she continued walking and saw homeless children who tried to warm themselves in the fires they made themselves. Dafire can't do anything for them. Dafire has only ever experienced life on the streets like them. Dafire only then danced in front of them and for some reason the children started to wake up and followed her to dance. They continued to dance around the fire. Warm fire and moves made the children happy and their smiles brought Dafire to laugh in the middle of the dance.  Dafire brought the children to where she lived. Dafire lives wherever she wants. Tonight, Dafire took the children to the monastery she had just passed. Dafire asked them not to speak and they entered the chapel. Dafire made them comfortable by sleeping on the floor near the altar. Dafire could not sleep, she only stared at the altar with candles that lived between the statues.