Luis Saldana Runs Out Of Sleep

When a problem turns out not to be one

Luis Saldana woke up 17 minutes prior to his alarm going off. He was done sleeping and felt unusually at peace. On subsequent nights, he woke up earlier. This became a routine.

He grew to adore the vast emptiness of the morning hours. Luis began doing things he’d been putting off.

He wrote a letter to his deceased father.

He created a garden in his kitchen.

He read books and authors he had always wanted to read.

He took regular walks and his blood pressure plummeted to normalcy.

As he began waking just over 4 hours earlier than he used to, he started writing stories, capturing ideas from the ether and releasing them onto his pages. He entered competitions and at age 60, Luis Saldana appeared on literary shortlists.

‘Maybe it’s a chemical imbalance in the head?’ Mrs. Saldana guessed.

‘No, it’s a gift from God’, replied Luis. ‘Everybody receives at least one gift from God.’

He purchased a telescope and stargazed on cold nights. He relearnt the names of the stars, constellations and galaxies he had known in his youth. He considered moving somewhere with less light pollution.

Unlimited by the physical libraries of his youth, his mind went further and in directions choosen by him. He experienced the pleasures that came from pursuing the desires of his youth.

When time is abundant, we turn to the skies. Eventually we turn inside and we speak with God. And so Luis arrived at God, who seemed different during the wee hours, more approachable and generous with answers. Life was never the same again.

While he did not move house, Luis Saldana was content with his life’s unexpected detour and the pleasures it brought, right until the day he did not get up anymore.

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Crazy Cook at Christmas

It was time for the dreaded, annual Christmas Eve dinner in town. As always, no one was looking forward to it. This year, the townsfolk decide to do something about it. Unexpectedly, they succeed.

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A Spontaneous Story

A small English town was getting ready for Christmas. Folks were busy shuffling about in the light snow – shopping for presents, buying groceries, decorating their homes for the festival, getting into the mood of the season. It was then that a beat up, purple car arrived in town. Bags and boxes were stacked on top of it and a round man was driving with a skinny lady beside him. They drove straight to the only motel in town that provided cooking facilities.

Eventually, the round man came out, opened the trunk of his vehicle and lifted a massive box with the leafy ends of vegetables protruding from the top. A group of kids building snowmen at a nearby park let out a groan as they recognised him. He waved at the kids and shouted,

“Merry Christmas! See you at the dinner tomorrow at Town Hall!”

The kids looked at each other in horror, “Oh no! He’s back. He’s gonna cook again tomorrow for the Christmas-eve dinner!”

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Emma’s Garbage

Emma’s mother had been right about men.

Emma (not her real name) lifted the crinkly garbage bag with effort, and let it drop into the community bin, doing it fast and neat so that she wouldn’t have to breath in the foul stench of whatever else was in the dumpster. She closed it with a loud thud, took a few quick steps away and filled her lungs with the fresh dawn air.

She stood straight up, feeling good about herself, until she saw the slim runner-girl from the next block come down her apartment steps, toss her ponytail in Emma’s direction and take off on a run, her perfect figure clothed in her perfect sporting outfit, oozing self-awareness of the very fact. With a snort Emma turned towards her own building and began marching, having lost the nice feeling she had tasted momentarily after she’d dropped the lid on the dumpster. Continue reading “Emma’s Garbage”