I Have Become a Writing Machine

Sitting on a bench and looking at the fountain under the glorious sun, I was thinking how many times I have come here to mull over writing. I could not remember how I began writing my first book after fervid nine years effort. It suddenly happened – I have become a writing machine and written it like a man possessed every single day without any rest. All of a sudden I have embarked upon the journey of writing the book; I have arrived at the destination unawares, without knowing how I have successfully sailed on unknown sea. Dear me, I have competed writing my first book!

I was beyond myself and still did not understand what just happened. However, one thing was crystal clear to me: I must celebrate. With this strange exciting mood, I decided to go to Fishers to eat a savory lunch and then go to Antara Polanco to watch a movie.

I came to Starbucks around 8:00 p.m. – I ordered Strawberry Frappuccino and decided to find a table outside, so that I could watch people passing-by and contemplate the starry night sky. As I sailed out, humming, there were already so many people enjoying the night life after their hard works. I thought that it was difficult for me to find a table outside at the happy hour time; I should find a cozy table inside. At my great astonishment, a woman was inquiring me whether I wanted to have a table, because she and her friends were about to leave. I thanked them and ensconced in a chair happily. “It was God,” I thought to myself. “He made them leave, so that I could enjoy easing off the wonderful night; today is the special day for me, indeed,” I nodded appreciatively.

I Can’t Trust Any Women

“Shout up, man! I don’t remember precisely why I didn’t see Maria that particular weekend, but I was very sure that she didn’t join the Brazilian fornicating trip! Maybe, she was sick – that’s the reason I spent the weekend with you.”

“Calm down, Gerardo. It was ten years ago, man! Why do you defend Maria so adamantly?”

“No, Shogo, I don’t defend her, you know… I just want to state the fact. I’ll ask Maria about it tomorrow. I’ll send her e-mail. I’m very positive that she didn’t go there!”

“As you wish, ha-ha-ha….”

He opened the window and lit a cigarette. And he spilled the beans, “As I said before, my heart is petrified now because of Maria. I really miss old myself. I was as pure and innocent as a dove. Shogo, look at me, now I can’t trust any women. Suspicions constantly crawl into my head and constantly alert me to keep guarding my impaired heart. Do you know why? Just because I don’t want my heart to be broken again. It’s so horrible, you know… when loved one breaks one’s heart. I just can’t take a risk to open my heart to anyone again; I just can no longer endure it anymore.”


“Shogo, you know what I’ve been thinking about?”

“No clue. Fire it away!”

“You know what I’ve realize after all; I’m not only one whose heart is broken by the first love, but your heart as well. Shogo, Clarissa broke your heart, too.”

“Yeah, what can we do about that?” I looked at outside wistfully.

“Not lift a finger, I guess,” he muttered and thoughtfully drove into the gloomy night.