Ficlets

It was summer when I visited the homestead. it took me fifteen years to finally go home. It wasn’t even a good voluntary “coming home” decision. It was a forced one. In the las fifteen years I never cared one way or another wether this world will move in circle, or square. Who cares! Not I. When I arrived, all the people was waiting. “jesus! what have I done now..” is all I could think looking at them. I do not know any of them. “neneng! neneng!” men, women and children were screaming my name in joy i think…they had no machetes or guns, and they’re wearing such happy faces. By God! they really start to look familiar as i got closer. By the time they rallied around me, hugged me, kisses, tears of joy just a-flying all around, I felt the world all around me have instantly changed. The beauty of what human love and touch can do. My one world.