Speed Writing (Random Short Story Compilation)

Day 2

"HELLO, MOM."

I placed the flowers gently and lighted up the scented candles. October breeze coolly made its way around, like it's reminding everyone that winter is almost here.

As if I needed any reminders, I thought.

"Sorry for the candles," I said, "I knew you liked the lilac ones but roses smells great too, right? You're the one who always says that changing preferences from time to time is not that bad." My fingers glided along the lining of Mom's grave. It's been three months since the last time I visited this place but nothing has changed. Either this place is immune to change or the keeper took his job seriously well.

"Sorry it took me so long to come back," I found myself telling a lot of sorrys today, "I know you've missed me and I do, too, but. . .well, I wasn't in the best shape. Don't worry, though! I'm fine now. . .more than fine, actually." I giggled at the last part. I felt silly, but, who cares? "See, I met this boy named James. He said he was a fan of my works and he seemed really nice. I know you've been waiting for me to like boys so I decided to date him. . .Even though I ditched our first date." I giggled some more. Boy, don't I remember how furious he was that day. "Don't be mad, but, when I went to his house to see his butterfly collection, we had moved on to the 'first kiss stage'. And I promise, nothing more followed after that. I'm telling you, he's absurdly decent he's almost impossible. So, don't question my virginity, okay?"

I told my mom everything that's been going on with my life the past three months like I've always had. I had to believe that she listens. . .I hope she listens. . .she promised that she will. . .

I lay down on the grass as I speak. Getting through the details blow-by-blow. I didn't think of the time until the sky turned pink. "It's time to go. . ." I whispered to Mom, not sure if she was more disappointed than I am. But, I knew I'll come back. I knew I will. I'll spend the day with her again next time, perhaps sooner. Because the next time I'm here, I will be better. More human. More alive. . .right?