Steven B.

Baria Creative Writing 10

2009-57012 WFR 8:30 am-10:00 am
BSBE Mrs. Anna Felicia Sanchez

Drabble

Those clouds of fire were amazing; they reminded me of the story of the little moth my Lola

Aneng told me once. I was the little moth that night, my eyes playing with the wonderful sight of fiery

tongues devouring the dark-lit sky.

It was always my wish to sail, but Itang said I was too young. I wondered what happened

because he let me ride on his bangka that night. He even brought lots of companions, who were talking

nervously about the Hapons who created the fire.

I wasn’t afraid of the Hapons.

They made me happy that night.

That Night
February 22, 2010
10:08 p.m.