Underwater Waves [3]


[Flash Fiction Chapter Three] Underwater Waves  The waves pursue your thoughts; they call you their master; their muse. They use words like, unique and genuine. They say, your beauty is rare, and your kindness is precious. Wild with fervor, they play with your mood in the dark of the night. They wet their lips with the thought of your aching needs; they tell you stories, claiming to have seen in the depths of your eyes. They captivate your essence in your every sigh; they wait for you to come in their dreams; they absorb your every gesture. They listen to … Continue reading Underwater Waves [3]

Moved Silently


Moved Silently I noticed him across the room. Maybe an intoxication of habit in a civilized society; Is it that people have stopped listening to each other? But what made me notice; That he listened, even before I began to speak. He asked me how I felt. A nostalgic moment; and he was there, In a darkness beneath our thoughts, time stopped. An Ode to holidays; no mood to contribute, I told him. Those days just pass me by too, he replied – With Imagine faintly in the background, His embrace put my past to rest; My heart found room … Continue reading Moved Silently

Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots)


3. Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots) by Maria Fokas Today Greece is voting for the next Prime Minister . . . [Do not dwell on the days that drift by – Make them stop] – The words carved on an iron plaque, hung on cemetery gates, in a dream. And so I took the bus to the center of town, early this morning as I could not sleep. I sat on the bus observing people going to their destinations. I looked for smiles, or lack of them; speculated about the thoughts they were consumed with; whether they were healing, or sickening … Continue reading Forbidden Shells (Blind Spots)

EMMA and her Sister


EMMA and her Sister by Maria Fokas She watched me as I took pictures of the castle of St John in the old town of Rhodes. Dressed in a white dress-like costume, and white powdered make-up covering her face, she sat before the gates, waiting for the tourists to flip a few coins in her brown cardboard box. I could not but notice the way she looked at me, and then she spoke:               –          You can take a picture of me if you’d like. –          What’s your name? –          Emma, she said with a … Continue reading EMMA and her Sister

MEGALOMANIA


 MEGALOMANIA by Maria Fokas Like a dark, tragic novel, she knows her end. Excessively preoccupied with prestige, and vanity. She makes friends easily, but inevitably loses them all. One by one, they turn away, despised by her arrogance. She claims a sense of entitlement, with her grandiosity behavior. Bears no empathy;  her tears are fake, and her life is synthetic. She speaks of superior accomplishments, in the tales she tells  – and envies those who own successes. But when she speaks kind words, do not be intrigued. Those words are merely her attempt to own you. She has many fears, but the greatest is rejection. When I look into … Continue reading MEGALOMANIA

The Giving Tree


“What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.”  – Pericles The Giving Tree by Maria Fokas The music filled my office like the sun fills the face of a flower eager to blossom, and then the phone rang. Three rings before I picked up the handset and put the receiver to my ear. It was my sister and she said she had some bad news… I interrupted her, asking whether everyone was alright, and she replied that the bad news was of a different nature. I panicked. The sound of … Continue reading The Giving Tree

Danger in the Waiting


 Danger in the Waiting by Maria Fokas Helena packed a carry on and her friend Katherine drove her to the bus station. “I’ll see you in a couple of months”, Katherine shouted sticking her head out of the window of her tiny blue car as Helena waved goodbye. She then headed for the ticket office. “32 Euros”, said the young lady politely behind the counter. Helena handed her the money and got her ticket. She continued to platform 9 with no haste though the bus was about to pull out of the platform – no rush necessary was her motto. … Continue reading Danger in the Waiting