Flash Fictionalz

I found myself having dinner at this little nice restaurant across the corner of my house tonight, and a very kind and sweet boy came all the way from inside the place and sat at my table outside at the sidewalk. The kid was friendly enough that I actually bothered to talk back to him as he explained the mechanics of whatever shooting game he was playing in his smartphone. I don't usually engage in conversations I'm not interested in having, and tonight in particular I wasn't in my best mood. Far from it. As this kid kept on and on about his weapons and armors, his mother, the owner of the small business, came by our table and handed him a plate with meat on it. Nothing but meat. The little guy set the phone aside and dived in, like a true caveman. Kids... What's there not to like? Suddenly enough this whole piece of worthless story gets interesting. The boy starts talking about how his mother, the cook, must have done something different with the meat, because toni...

Do you have a special place you go to in order to remember something or someone in particular? If you do, then you might be able to grasp a fraction of whatever message I`ll try to convey by writing this. If you don`t, then maybe it`ll just be another short story. Ordinary words in a given pattern attempting to sound beautiful or perhaps even meaningful, although for the unexperienced, the significance behind given words is virtually empty.  I believe most of us carry around in our memory a place of great importance, and strangely enough, it's usually somewhere only we know about. As time impatiently moves forward, that little piece of physical nirvana starts to evolve into something else... Nostalgia suddenly isn't enough to describe it, for it's just a memory now, attached to a physical place that manages to summon a storm of feelings. A storm that makes us look away, as we struggle to remember whether such emotions make us feel good or bad... Giftet or cursed. Need ...

Something quite unusual and amusing happened to me this morning. I thought it would be interesting to write about it since the event itself, as far as I'm concerned, seemed incredibly original and genuine. It's not too often that something manages to surprise me, but I do have a soft spot for some particular items such as animals, coincidences, and because I'm only human... Children.  I'm an English teacher, and a happy one, I might add. I like waking up every morning at 5am, looking outside my bedroom window and seeing the day at its fresh start, and finally cursing myself back to sleep for another good twenty minutes. I love all of that, and because of such, there's hardly a day when I'm not thankful enough to be living the life I do right now.  As I proposed an activity for my 2nd graders I anxiously watched them struggle in perfect agony against it, but all in a good way, I assure you. I asked them to draw a story in one single sheet of paper, with ...