The Last Day

by: Cyd Jae D. Abad Illustration by: Abegail Murillo

As the sun sets, rays of light begin to wrap the atmosphere. Waxing through the surface from the bottom up to the top. Arranged in such manner displaying different clouds in warm and cool colors. Traversing to east yet perfectly still, reflecting the raging ocean below. The horizon glistens and the waves sparkle with joy. In these moments, even if it will soon get dark the sky looks more awake. Flocks of bird going directly towards the burning sun. It is as if they are flying away from a world in black and grey. Insects chirp as they came out from their hiding beneath bushes and tall grass. Wolves howl alarming all the other night creatures. It’s about time for them to work. As light fades and colors disappear, fire burns and lights escape from the tiny windows of a village. Houses that are lit have people caring for one another. Families are sharing warmth inside a nest in concrete walls instead of dry grass or bushes. Outside in the cold night the moon grabs the sea pulling it away from the shore. Yet, the warmth from the houses attract the sea so much, the waves keep on coming back and forth. A man guarding an empty house lit a tiny candle. He is listening to the sound of the insects. In harmony or not he didn’t care, for him it is like

music surrounding his home filling the dead air. No one has ever heard his story. He only keeps things to himself. Under the tiny bright moon beside the waving shore. The man lying in his bed waiting patiently for something or someone. He tries hard not to blink because he really couldn’t keep himself awake. He grabs the sheet of cloth up to his knees and curls his body before he freeze. Fire burns out from his tiny candle and not a single warmth can touch him. He fell asleep and dreams away all the memories he keeps to himself. He had a family but they left him. And the footprints, the trail of them going away, has been washed off from the sand. He couldn’t go and follow them because he was weak more he was sick. His wife did not loved him and left. And his kids who were then big enough to support him, fled one by one from the house. He didn’t know what to do for all he care was to get back the love and support he gave. He cursed himself until now for leaving his family before. All he wanted was for his wife to have her wants and that diamond ring. He wanted his first son to own his very first car and his daughter to have beautiful clothes. But when he came back he was all alone. All his struggles and hard work turned into ash. The burning flame that lit his life became a melting candle in his night. As the sun sets, rays of light begin to wrap the atmosphere reminiscing the past holding back all tears. There are scattered feelings of warmth he felt, while watching the sun goes down. Back when he was young and working, in a large cruise ship, visiting different lands finding different jobs just to earn money. He has no time to relax nor eat his snacks. But he works himself out day in and day out. His love from afar reaches his family, making the huge waves even closer to the shore. Sadly every wave that came back to him leaves no trace of home. Now the night is upon him, it is nearly his time to lie down and stay at rest. The people will soon forget him more but a drop of hope remains. It will soon get dark for him and his sky has already got tired of being awake and he still wished when his light was out, people will come find him, even upon his grave.

by: Job Albert Pobre

by: Riena Marie Nimo

About The Cover

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Literary and Visual Arts Folio of Bicol University Polangui Campus ISSN 1656-4928

Marahil ay ligtas isipin na ang mundo ay isang malaking hapag-kainan kung saan ang tadhana ang tagapasya ng ihahain satin. Kapangyarihan, karangalan, kayamanan Ang Pabalat: Pasakit, pighati, parusa. Mula ng una tayong mamulat, araw araw tayong namimintana sa loob ng malaking hapagkainan na ito, Kung atin lamang mamarapatin na mabago ang tadhana dala dala ang ating mga kubyertos, umaasang malinamnam Gugustuhin na ang luha’t pighati ay mapalitan ng tawa’t ligaya. ang sunod na ibibigay saatin. Tandaan na bawat karanasan, bawat hakbang ay may kadahilanan Hangang saan totoo ang kasabihang “Kung ano ang itinanim Sapagkat ang hinaharap ay nakadepende sa ating kasalukuyan. ay siyang aanihin, subalit kung ano ang inihain ay siya lamang kakainin.” Ayon sa matandang kasabihan Hindi natin alam, “Kung ano ang itinanim ay siyang aanihin, kailanma’y hindi natin malalaman.kaya’t kung ano ang inihain ay siya lamang kakainin.” Ito’y paalala na anumang ating gagawin dapat tama ang layunin.

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Francis V. Rebancos (Editor-in-Chief); Anjenette S. Silvano (Associate Editor); Jessa S. Magno (Managing Editor); Farah Mae Miranda (News Editor); Ma. Ysabel Vasquez (Feature Editor); Cathrine S. Boarao (Column Editor); Jomar Secillano (Sports Editor); Bienvinido C. Ranario III (Literary Editor); Janica Henrine Red (Chief Staff Writer); Staff Writers: Rizza B. Morales; Rocel Rosales; Daniel Jane Talangan; Christian Gerole Tabamo; Kimberly Chiquillo; Christopher Jan Cioco; Norilyn Malate; Loraine Malate; Cartoonists: Mico Ortega; John Michael Ortega; Mac Klein Roaring; Joshua Rivera; Abegail Murillo; Ralph Joacim Tulabing; Photojournalists: Job Pobre; Harold Altamera; Kathleen Louise Llanera; Riena Marie Nimo; Herwen Bolano; Layout Artists: Jan Clyde Napiri; John Paul Ardales; Ma. Teresa Oloroso; Evelyn R. Albao Ed. D (Adviser);

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