Author: Fr. Francis Ongkingco

“Father, could there be anything worse than Taal exploding and Corona virus rapidly spreading?” Paul asked.

Phil came out of the church with a very peculiar glow.

“How long has it been since?” The prodigal son thought as he stroked his index finger. The pale circular indention, left by his ring, had disappeared as it blended with the color of his skin.

Who doesn’t enjoy food? Who doesn’t want to try something to tickle his pallet anew? Who wouldn’t want to embark on a different experience of a common dish mixed in a magically distinct way?

Jamie held two identical wooden crucifixes, one on each palm of her hands. She looked at one, then at the other. Undecided, she swayed her head trying to figure out which crucifix to choose.