An earlier version of this story was submitted in the 60th Palanca Awards.
This is not a story about the engine loudly braying that early morning – the jeepney driver’s foot on the pedal whipping violently this mechanical beast of burden. The motor’s cries echoed on the empty streets that cold December, as the driver prodded the diesel-hungry creature to give all its strength, mercilessly demanding that the tired Isuzu 4BA1 weave through the provincial asphalt highway.
It's the second week of our little art project!
We've finally created our Instagram account: TWO50TWO. (Please follow us.)
So: why TWO50TWO? Well, it's two people, taking a photo and writing a story each week, for 52 weeks (which is one year.)
I had a weird dream during my flight to Tacloban (where I'm currently at now, for work), which was the inspiration of the story I wrote for Jox's photo, which he took earlier this week.
The story is below, which you can also read at TWO50TWO:
The Boy was with the Sea all his life.
The Sea loved the Boy and cared for him—his flowing hair the Sea would crown with shells and pearls and little corals.
Every afternoon the Boy would swim to the surface and look at the sky, his back on the water. He stared at the blue expanse which stretched above them.
The Sea would be there, watching with the Boy.
HELLO, MY NAME IS EVAN TAN.
I'm a writer and communications professional based in Manila, Philippines. Outside of my regular job, I like to travel, work out, volunteer, watch movies and plays, go to art galleries/ fairs and museums, read books, and eat vegetarian food.
More about me here.