Sandra Tena Cole
Stories (65/0)
- Top Story - May 2023
Night
Her All bets are on the table. All bets in my hand. My heart in my hand. Even more precarious than wearing my heart on my sleeve. It can be taken away more easily. Besides, I am not wearing any sleeves. I feel gorgeous. I feel great. I am winning. So why is there an empty feeling in my stomach? I’d like to dance the night away. I’d like to be in his arms and feel safe. But that is nowhere near to happen. It’s best to stay here and continue betting. As long as I am winning nothing can go wrong. I hate that he just flew off to the poker. Left me alone again. Maybe he knows I’ll be fine. Am I fine? I want to win another round. All bets are on the table and all the men are looking at me and all the women are judging me. I sense interest in the fellow to my right. Is it interest in me or in my winnings? Doesn’t matter, I find it all the same, I have no interest in going off with strangers. Another win, come on. Give me another win. I need another win. And the lights wash away the sleep, or at least wash away the deep night outside and we can all stay here for hours, winning, losing, doing what we do best and believing that the next time we will win again. All bets are on the table.
By Sandra Tena Cole12 months ago in Fiction
Shadowlands
A misty and sleepy morning. A tired morning. A surreal afternoon, full of duskiness and of feverish dreams… full of spasms of pain that only dreams can cure… and a jerk of my feet that wakes me up sharply. Then the cold, intense cold and more fever – or is it still the first one? I adjust myself in the sofa, yet remain sunken.
By Sandra Tena Cole12 months ago in Fiction
Soliloquy
Remember that dream? Dancing in the school hallway… But, was it me or was it Azucena who danced? Was it me or was it Azucena who had the dream? Or was it…? After so many years without dancing, could it have been destiny? Was it telling me to wake up? Maybe it was a message so you could get back to yourself. A compelling calling from the soul.
By Sandra Tena Cole12 months ago in Fiction
Let Go
You’ll leave tomorrow and not return... Will I miss you? Yes, I will, I won’t try to hide a truth that everyone knows. I'll cry for you, I'll pull my hair and cry for you, miss you forever and all the good things you gave me. But I’ve grown, matured, it’s time to let you go and begin a new stage in my life. I have to be myself again, the real me, not hiding under the veil of you. And I will know for ever that once without you, better things will come.
By Sandra Tena Cole12 months ago in Fiction