Everything Will Fall Into Place

The prompt was simple enough: Write about the year-end holidays in a couple of hundred words. The result is a strange brew of short fiction that reflects our outlook towards this year’s supposedly merry festivities

- Lex Celera

IN THE BREEZY sala with the old rectangular narratable, the usual suspects are there. Tita Beth has brought her famous binagoongan, and her husband Tito Boy also has his Lucky Strike to curb his equally famous smoking habit. Their son, my cousin Anton, is there, with his red eyes and awfully quiet demeanor. Yaya Rose is in her usual spot in the kitchen. Lola sits at one end of the table, where Lolo used to sit. My sister Liza is now old enough to sit with the grown-ups, and is now sitting in my Lola’s old seat, beside her.