The sun sets low on the horizon. The fisherman rows his boat. The lamp he carries sways. The light of sun, sea, and earth is dazzlingly magnificent.
The boatman casts his net. You aim at your perfect Instagram picture: the boatman’s harsh reality.
You sip your Mimosa on the beach.
Ma. Elisa Bernardino wrote this story.
I saw him frantically search for his glasses.
They were on his head.
I saw him trip without falling
On the box beside his desk,
I laughed without a sound
Does he know?
He saw me. I smiled.
My eyes stroke his head.
He laughed without a sound.
I know.
Elisa clings to a day job as an Administrative Assistant. She is over 50 years old and adores her nephews and nieces – all 7 of them.