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| short stories are simply short. |
1.
The little girl in class walks towards her teacher one day, and whispers to his ears as quiet as she can:
'I was wondering, why do you wear your watch to your wrong hand in the wrong direction? Isn't that supposed to be other way around?' she asks, smiling.
'Curious' he would answer. 'Noone has ever noticed this little nuance before. Why would you?'
'I know.' she says. 'Just tell me what it is and go!'
'What is what?' he wonders.
'The secret. Please, tell me' she would insist.
2.
All they shared was the looks, that watch to see whose turn it was, and the wrist they wear it. Time rocked them like a baby in her arms. Back and forth. Back and forth. Never letting them go knowing all of her secrets, never putting them to sleep, either. They would suffer a moon, yet grin on their faces never faded away ever since, lingering on the surface of earth. Real as a man, ephemeral as such.
3.
Time is tricky, my dear. Way too dangerous to play with. Noone knows if it goes forward or all of these is merely a countdown. And those who endeavour to find the answer and gets close enough to find it are punished. Punished harshly, my little princess.
The legend says, once there was this curious man. A watchmaker. Making his life on those broken watches, repairing them with his tiny round glasses all night long. He would not work on daylight. Oh no. He spent all his days trying to solve mysteries of time, his profession one might even call it.
They say, one day he was seen just out of his home with a grin on his face. "Curious" people did say, since they had never seen this man even smiling a bit.
One did even dare to say "he must have solved the mystery of time he is so obsessed with. Why else would he grin?"
Although people mumbled among themselves for this nonsense, what he dared to say was not that far away from the truth, after all.
Never once more was the watchmaker seen after that day.
Some say he must have died on one of his trips to foreign lands he kept making, and the others say...
...time trapped him to prevent from revealing her secrets she could keep so far. Noone knows how she did so, noone knows if this is even true, my dear.
But you should be careful with time, even with all her secrets unrevealed, you should not mess with her.
4.
Among all those dead-inside people, he felt more alive than he ever could. Even more than the times he was actually living. It was not a blast to be dead, but he did not have much to complain, either. Although he would suffer a little less if he could feel a little bit of summer breeze on his face. That was all he longed for, the reason why he could not leave.
"Ironically enough, you can understand what really living means the second you die. " he said to the little boy, smiling to him with the affection of a father. "Too bad you could never see how it feels to be alive."
The little boy was crying for so long, but he never did ever since his uncle arrived.
"It is OK. I never wanted to, anyway." he could only whisper.
5.
'Skulls cannot talk.' he kept repeating himself time after time again, trying to forget what he just witnessed.
'Everything is impossible until it is not anymore' one would say, but this was impossible. Still his eyes saw what his eyes saw. He would admit that his mind was anything but flawless, yet it never tricked him like that before.
'I know I shouldn't have eaten all those jellybeans' he murmured not expecting to hear an answer. Though, he could not help himself hearing the whisper:
'Yes, you shouldn't have.'
