Creative Writing

Summer Lunch
Here I sit on the hot sand empty handed. I can hear the thundering of the waves upon the shore. The sun scorches with the fury of a hot flame when it fades out. The thundering of waves gets assisted by my grumbling stomach. Rats! Why did I leave my lunch? The “exquisite” aroma of the tuna processing plant eases my thoughts from it, but only for a fraction. The faint bustling of cars can be heard in the distance. Watching everyone chomp on their lunch I fiddle with the lint in my pocket. An orchestra for all the audience to enjoy. All of a sudden I can hear it, faint and distant, but I can hear it. Make no mistake in it, it has to be the distinct sound of my brother’s car. It gets closer, but could it be? This trip was not scheduled on the summer camp. How could he know my location? Eyes fixed on the road I wait for a signal. There! I see a glimmer of light on a silver car. It has to be him! In my head I scream “hurrah! I’m saved” he noticed I left my lunch and brought it to me. The car comes to a stop, my stomach gave out a last howl and I darted towards the car. “What if someone else steps out?” My brain tried to tell me. I did not heed the warning, It can only be him. As I sprinted towards the car I see my brother step out of it with a bag in hand. He tries to scold me for leaving my lunch, but does not push the subject. He hands me the bag and walks with me to sit between the shades of palms. We eat our lunch together looking at the beach.

by JM Borrero

Stripes
Stripes, Glittering stripes, Golden stripes. Ribbons of shine all contrite.
Stripes! Glimmering stripes, Silver stripes. Lines of glam all gallant.
Stripes!! Gloomy stripes, Rub and Polish Copper stripes. Lanes of commoner design.
Stripes.

by JM Borrero

Flame
May the fire of your Heart
Burn as Fiercely as the Fire of your Blade.
May it find its destined target and may it never Fade.

For Leo.

by JM Borrero