“Just”

This morning, I hopped on an fx to run down to Ortigas for a work-date with R. I managed to grab one taking a U-turn on the road leading to our subd., so it was pretty much empty and we only picked up two other passengers before we got to Floodway. (Not the place in … Continue reading “Just”

Phantom Drumbeats

by Esther Elizabeth Suson As our fx passed over the bridge going to the Tramo stop (moving away from Antipolo), the world was bright with ten-in-the-morning full-glare sun. It threw every point of the outside into blazing clarity, like a picture springing into high definition. I was glancing out the left-hand window from the middle-seat, watching … Continue reading Phantom Drumbeats