A SHORT HORROR STORY
IN OUR BLOOD “Will you please stop laughing?” I asked Frances in an exasperated tone. “Why would I do that?” Frances said with her eyes still fixed on her laptop. “Because I’m watching the news,” I said. “And the news is about the devastation brought by that typhoon. A ship sank and more than a thousand people are now feared dead, a bridge collapsed killing ten people and a flashflood killed hundreds of people. Libu-libo ang namamatay sa paligid natin pero nakukuha mo pang tumawa.” “What do you want me to do? Weep and slash my wrist?” “You can at least be silent while the news is going on.” She smirked. “Why would I be affected? I don’t know those people. ‘Pag ako ba ang namatay, maaapektuhan sila? Tatawa rin ang mga ‘yan habang nakaburol ako. You’d be better off ignoring them.” “Frances, every death mustn’t be ignored,” I told her. “Dapat tayong malungkot tuwing may mamamatay kahit hindi natin kilala.” “Then cry alone, ate. Malulungkot lang ako sa isang kamatayan ‘pag ako mismo ang na