Writing in short bites

Lady Luck

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When Michael  Salvacion was a child, a diwata fell in love with him.

Nobody knew how or why this happened. Nobody knew its presence was even there. But like a guardian angel, it hovered over his shoulder, constant as the moon in the evening.

Hey! Mike! Where’ve you been? It’s already midnight! We’ve been drinking ourselves dry waiting for you!

Yeah, late again as always.

“Ah, sorry guys. Had work to fill up.”

Work, hah! He probably had a date again. Didn’t want us to meet the girl.

Why should that be a surprise? Girls fall for him all the time. Mike’s the man!

Most define diwatas as fairies, earth-sprites, or elementals. Primarily a forest-dweller, this one was an incongruous sight wandering around the cities of Man. Those few remaining trees in the cities who are left choke (if a tree can choke) at the sight of an unbound spirit attached to a mere mortal like a cat’s tail.

“I’m telling you guys, I had work to do in the office.”

You’re a lousy liar, Mike. I heard from my girlfriend that you went on a date she set up for you earlier.

“Ahhh. Haha. But it wasn’t like that! We’re just friends.”

So all of your previous dates were with friends, too, eh?

The diwata is lovely in appearance. For those with the second sight, she appears as a vision of a child or a small woman standing next to Mike. The diwata’s features are heartbreakingly beautiful.

Huh. Looks like that girl at the next table keeps looking over our way.

Our way? You mean she keeps looking at Mike!

Geez. How do you do it, man?

The diwata can’t help but love Mike, but he doesn’t even know she exists.

That’s why when the diwata sighs, pining away, all the girls can’t help but fall for him.

(First posted Wednesday, May 25, 2005 at 2:25 P.M.)



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