Category: Writers

Sophea T. Amari

The Party

It was late and she was getting tired, sitting at her desk, planning for the birthday party. Her note pad was filled with scribbles and charts, remarks in red and purple ink. She had the pinata sorted out, finally. Food, drinks and the cake had been ordered, although she had had a shouting match with …

Sophea T. Amari

Making it

She looked at herself quickly in her mirror, smoothing out her cream-coloured blouse and floral peasant skirt. 15 dollars from the local discount store, that outfit. Her smile was radiant, stretching from cheek to cheek, and the feeling of happiness in her heart threatened to burst out from her chest. She still couldn’t believe it, …

Sophea T. Amari

The funeral

“I’m so sorry for your loss,” the man said to her. “Kevin was a wonderful man.” His thin face, although drawn with empathy and genuine regret, made her want to laugh. His eyebrows were set close to each other, and he gently pressed her hand, covering it with his big ones. They were warm and …

Sophea T. Amari

Technology

When I bought my Sony Ericsson mobile phone six months ago, I was excited because finally, I was going to get a Bluetooth headset with it. No more silly hands-free units with dangly wires and bits that get caught in your ear-rings  or tangles with your seat belt while you’re driving. Just a nifty little …

Sophea T. Amari

The nurse

The coffee cup was warm in her hands, and in the blistering cold of the night, she was glad that she had 15 minutes to sit down and relax. The night was clear and bright and there were stars twinkling down from the heavens above. She shivered a little in her coat, and extricated a …

Sophea T. Amari

The bug

He thumped his computer angrily, muttering, “What the hell…?” under his breath. His wife looked on anxiously, biting her finger-nails. “Can you fix it, baby?” she asked breathlessly. “I’d die if I have to re-do my sales report. I spent a good hour on it.” “Gimme a minute,” he said brusquely. “Get yourself to the …