"The death ward always had a stench of mucus, pee and shit, barely covered by the pungent smell of antiseptics, but only that day I knew. That day, I was cursed." Part of growing up is finding the purpose of our life despite the ordeals it throws at us. This is a short, introspective story about a teenager who tries to understand the meaning of life and of death after witnessing a tragic event.
Manuel is old. He finds a book that inspires him to return to the sea one more time. Will he fulfil his desire to emulate Santiago?
John has a lead a long and happy life, but the loses he has suffered with time have started to grow heavy on his weary heart. Everything reminds him of how happy he was in the past and also how lonely he is now, making each memory a bittersweet one.
Pointless instructions on medicine bottles, growing old and happiness. The author pokes fun at all three in this hilarious rant of an old man.
The short story delves into the twilight years of a 70-year-old woman who reflects on her life's journey through hardship and resilience. It narrates her experiences of misplaced trust, financial struggles, and emotional fortitude from the confines of her modest apartment. Despite feeling unworthy of love and battling loneliness, she finds solace in the simple pleasures of life, like the smell of morning coffee. The narrative weaves a tapestry of her enduring spirit, showcasing how she confronts her past with grace and looks to the future with quiet hope. Through vivid imagery and poignant introspection, the story explores themes of self-worth, acceptance, and the unyielding strength of the human spirit in the face of life's relentless challenges.
