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		<title type="html">Flash fiction: GLUTTONY &#8211; 55 words</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-06-02T09:21:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-06-02T05:21:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2769</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<blockquote><p>
GLUTTONY (55 words)<br>
Flash fiction by Sacha Chua</p>
<p>&#8220;Gluttony is indecent and a catalyst for sin,&#8221; said his devoted<br>
mother, measuring rice grains for the famished boy.</p>
<p>&#8220;But mom!&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Forgiving it would be like sending you to hell. No.&#8221; She controlled<br>
everything he ate and did.</p>
<p>Eventually she died, still dogmatic and unrepentant. Traumatized, he<br>
satiated himself on junk food. He died obese.
</p></blockquote>
<p>E-Mail to flashxer@yahoogroups.com</p>


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		<title type="html">Flash fiction: DISTANCE (55 words)</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-05-28T16:35:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-05-28T12:35:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2765</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>DISTANCE<br>
Sacha Chua</p>
<p>The cellphone rang, a welcome interruption cutting through my dreams.<br>
Woke up smiling and reached for the phone by my bed.</p>
<p>It lay still. No missed calls.</p>
<p>The night suffocated me with silence. Curled my fingers around the<br>
phone&mdash;around his hand, 3000 miles away&mdash;and tried to sleep for the<br>
third time that night.</p>


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		<title type="html">LIES, DAMNED LIES AND STATISTICS</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-05-04T04:01:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-05-04T00:01:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2746</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>39 words</p>
<blockquote><p>
The mayor raised his hands triumphantly. &#8220;According to a survey by the<br>
Asian Development Bank, the Philippines is less corrupt than<br>
Bangladesh!&#8221;</p>
<p>Someone in the crowd shouted back, &#8220;How much did we pay them to make<br>
us number two?&#8221;
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		<title type="html">NEW YEAR&#8217;S CAT</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-02-04T20:02:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-02-04T15:02:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2613</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>687 words</p>
<p>Linlin couldn&#8217;t wait for the fireworks to start. While her parents<br>
watched the New Year&#8217;s special on TV, Linlin sat by the window, never<br>
taking her eyes off the sky.</p>
<p>A loud wail cut through the cool night air. She didn&#8217;t know they made<br>
firecrackers that sounded like alarm clocks, and she looked around to<br>
find out what part of the city had already started celebrating. The<br>
sky was still dark. It was as if the whole city was holding its<br>
breath.</p>
<p>The ringing continued. She looked down and was surprised to find a cat<br>
nestled against a big alarm clock that was ringing so hard it<br>
bounced.</p>
<p>The cat was fast asleep.</p>
<p>It was not every day that she saw a stray cat on her balcony (they<br>
were on the 15th floor, after all) and this was certainly the only cat<br>
she&#8217;d ever seen with an alarm clock. She shook the cat gently. &#8220;Excuse<br>
me, Mr. Cat, wake up, wake up&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>The cat yawned and mumbled, &#8220;Just a few more minutes, Mouse&#8230;&#8221;<br>
It then turned over and went back to sleep.</p>
<p>A talking cat! She talked to animals all the time, but this was the<br>
first time one talked to her! New Year&#8217;s Eve was really magical. She<br>
wanted the cat to wake up and talk to her.</p>
<p>Linlin had a great idea. She went to the kitchen and got some cat<br>
food. She didn&#8217;t think her cat Yumyum would be angry if she gave the<br>
strange cat something to eat. After opening the can, she went back the<br>
balcony and waved it near the cat. &#8220;Wake up, wake up, I&#8217;ve got food<br>
for you.&#8221;</p>
<p>A lazy eye creaked open. The cat&#8217;s nose twitched and dove into the<br>
food, followed by the rest of the cat as it slowly woke up.<br>
After finishing the tuna, the cat sat back and licked its paws.<br>
&#8220;You&#8217;re not Mouse,&#8221; the cat said.</p>
<p>&#8220;No, I&#8217;m Linlin. Pleased to meet you.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Thank you, Linlin. I&#8217;m Cat. If you hadn&#8217;t woken me up, I would have<br>
been late for an important New Year&#8217;s party. Hey, would you like to<br>
come? I think the Jade Emperor would be happy to see you.&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Jade Emperor? Party?&#8221; Something clicked in her head. &#8220;Who else is going?&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t worry, it&#8217;s just the usual gang: Rooster, Ox, Goat, and lots of<br>
other people&#8230; Even Dragon is taking time out from his busy<br>
schedule.&#8221;</p>
<p>The animals from the calendar! Her teacher had told that story on the<br>
last day of class. Cat and Mouse used to be great friends, he said,<br>
but then Mouse tricked Cat by not waking him up even though Mouse<br>
promised. That&#8217;s why the Cat isn&#8217;t part of the Chinese zodiac,<br>
the animals that protect each year.</p>
<p>Maybe this year Cat could make it!</p>
<p>Cat flicked his tail impatiently. &#8220;So, would you like to come?&#8221;</p>
<p>She really loved fireworks, but how many times did she get to go with<br>
a talking cat to a party? &#8220;Let me ask permission first.&#8221; She turned<br>
toward the living room and shouted, &#8220;Mom, Dad, can I go with Cat to<br>
the Jade Emperor&#8217;s New Year&#8217;s Party?&#8221;</p>
<p>Without looking away from the television set, they said, &#8220;Sure, have fun.&#8221;</p>
<p>She grinned and turned back to the cat. &#8220;Let&#8217;s go!&#8221; Cat held his paw<br>
out to her. When she took it, she found herself in front of an<br>
elaborate palace. She was shy, but Cat urged her along and introduced<br>
her to the whole gang. They feasted for what seemed like hours and<br>
Linlin made many friends.</p>
<p>When she got back, she was surprised to find out it was still night.<br>
She looked at the alarm clock on the balcony. It was just a minute to<br>
midnight! As Cat bowed and waved goodbye, the sky exploded into<br>
fireworks.</p>
<p>&#8220;Wait! Your alarm clock!&#8221; She scooped the clock up and held it out to<br>
the cat.</p>
<p>&#8220;Keep it to remember me.&#8221; Cat smiled and disappeared.</p>
<p>As the second hand on the alarm clock hit 12, she grinned to herself.<br>
No one would believe her if she told them where she was last night!</p>
<p>(Written in response to the &#8220;Last Night&#8221; prompt on flashxer)</p>

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		<title type="html">ETIQUETTE &#8212; 55 words</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-01-28T17:07:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-01-28T12:07:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2601</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>&#8220;Out to in,&#8221; she said earlier; my silent mantra as I contemplated the<br>
bewildering array before me. Chose the outermost.</p>
<p>Her parents were quiet for the rest of dinner.</p>
<p>Waiting for a cab, I flipped through the etiquette book she lent me.<br>
Damn. They skipped a course on purpose. Wrong fork.</p>
<p>Tough, dating a WASP.</p>
<p>&#8211; In response to &#8220;you had a choice in life, buddy. you came to a fork</p>
<blockquote>
<p class="quoted">in your road, which one did you take?&#8221;</p>
</blockquote>

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		<title type="html">THE GAMES KIDS PLAY &#8212; a 55er</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-01-28T10:45:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-01-28T05:45:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2600</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>The boy winked before dropping a black beetle on a girl, who screamed<br>
and whirled around to smack him. He dodged and dashed off, glancing<br>
backward, slowing occasionally. She was furious. His grin stretched<br>
ear to ear.</p>
<p>I turned to my wife. &#8220;Did I ever&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>&#8220;Worse.&#8221; She laughed. &#8220;Boys are crazy when they&#8217;re in love.&#8221;</p>
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		<title type="html">THIRD TIME&#8217;S THE CHARM, 55-word flash fiction</title>
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		<author><name><![CDATA[Sacha Chua]]></name></author>
		<updated>2005-01-27T18:45:00Z</updated>
    <published>2005-01-27T13:45:00Z</published>
    
		<id>https://sachachua.com/blog/?p=2598</id>
		<content type="html"><![CDATA[<p>Burnt the toast. Charred black, three days in a row. He didn&#8217;t yell,<br>
didn&#8217;t leave; just laughed and told me he&#8217;d cook next time. Breakfast<br>
in bed, everything.</p>
<p>He passed the test. Definitely a keeper; he loved me without knowing I<br>
graduated top of my class at Cordon Bleu Academy. Tonight, I&#8217;ll<br>
prepare a feast.</p>
<p>&#8211; thanks to arion for feedback!</p>

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