kwentuhan 2008

"You know how it started, ‘Sko. Tell me your tale." She winced as she spoke her last words, trying hard not to breathe her last breath.

Cisko held her hand tight, eager to tell his tale, of the first morning when he was alone. He looked at the tired eyes of his lover, still waiting for his words to flow across the room.

And so he told the tale, never wasting a single word, of his first morning.

She smiled, but just barely. At last, she knew how it started.