"It's been hundred and fifty years," she exclaimed to her comrades, as she turned to face people from across the countries who were now gazing up into the dark night sky just to get a glimpse of her.
Their smiles were from ear to ear, so as their eyes who are keen enough to see the marks, the color of her blood, and the fact that she's bleeding but no one was bothered to give her napkins.
BINABASA MO ANG
Nanofiction
Short Storyantolohiya ng mga dagli mga salitang nabingwit sa karagatan ng kahirapan.
