My New Friend – a short, short story

The house was a hundred years old.
I would be here for a year working on my latest project.
By the time the men helping with the luggage left, it was dark.
I do not remember when I fell asleep.
The sound of someone walking in the attic woke me up.
My watch told me it was two in the morning.
Picking up a cane, I crept up expecting to find a thief but found no one there.
Too tired to investigate, I went back to sleep.
The next day I was busy unpacking when I heard the noise again.
I rushed up the stairs that opened into the attic, prepared for battle.
In the middle of the room stood a cat. I wanted to shoo it away but stopped.
I realized that I was not alone anymore.
I had a friend.

Nature’s alarm clocks – a short, short story

“Need to buy batteries for the wall clocks,” I thought.
I get up at four in the morning. My phone alarm would wake me up. After that, I tracked the day using the wall clocks.
My grandfather could tell the time by watching the shadows the sun cast. I wondered if that would work for me.
After all, I was living in the same house.
I began observing the day as it unfolded.
I heard the frogs croaking in the pond behind my house as I woke up.
Birds would start chirping around 5.15.
The outlines of the coconut trees would be visible against the grey morning sky by 5.30.
I checked and rechecked over a few days and found that nature’s timekeepers were spot on every day.
“Maybe I can delay buying the batteries for some time!” I thought.

Building a house – a short, short story

“Cut every one of the trees!” I said.
The men looked at me to check if I was serious.
I was planning to build a house, and the land needed clearing up.
In a couple of hours, they had cut down what had stood there for decades.
After paying the woodcutters off, I went to check if everything was in order.
I was satisfied. With all the tree stumps finally, construction could start.

Then I noticed something strange. All along the boundary walls, I could see birds. Crows, magpies, pigeons and even a kingfisher . All looking in my direction.
“You cut down our home to build yours!”
They seemed to be saying.
I felt uncomfortable under their scrutiny.
“Once my house gets built, I will plant more trees. I promise.”
I said it out loud.
Not convinced, they kept watching me.