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The Great Little Hunter
Pinspired Philippines, 2022
The Boy The Girl
The Rat The Rabbit
and the Last Magic Days
Chapbook, 2018
Republic of Carnage:
Three Horror Stories
For the Way We Live Now
Chapbook, 2018
Bamboo Girls:
Stories and Poems
From a Forgotten Life
Ateneo de Naga University Press, 2018
Don't Tell Anyone:
Literary Smut
With Shakira Andrea Sison
Pride Press / Anvil Publishing, 2017
Cupful of Anger,
Bottle Full of Smoke:
The Stories of
Jose V. Montebon Jr.
Silliman Writers Series, 2017
First Sight of Snow
and Other Stories
Encounters Chapbook Series
Et Al Books, 2014
Celebration: An Anthology to Commemorate the 50th Anniversary of the Silliman University National Writers Workshop
Sands and Coral, 2011-2013
Silliman University, 2013
Handulantaw: Celebrating 50 Years of Culture and the Arts in Silliman
Tao Foundation and Silliman University Cultural Affairs Committee, 2013
Inday Goes About Her Day
Locsin Books, 2012
Beautiful Accidents: Stories
University of the Philippines Press, 2011
Heartbreak & Magic: Stories of Fantasy and Horror
Anvil, 2011
Old Movies and Other Stories
National Commission for Culture
and the Arts, 2006
FutureShock Prose: An Anthology of Young Writers and New Literatures
Sands and Coral, 2003
Nominated for Best Anthology
2004 National Book Awards
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IAN ROSALES CASOCOT
Thursday, May 01, 2008
2:22 PM |
Character Sketches No. 1: The Dandy Security Guard
Everybody first saw him roughly two months ago, exactly a day after a robber -- armed with a gun and sheer chutzpah -- walked into busy Cafe Noriter in the early evening and held up a young girl and her mother, hauling away a laptop, some money, and a cellphone. I had been sitting in that same table five minutes previously, and if I hadn't left, that gunman's victim would have been me. Such are the tiny fates we brush with in our daily lives. The very next day, the Korean owners of the new cafe hired this young man to guard the doors. I noticed him, not so immediately, the very next day, when I came in to have my frappuccino and wifi fix. He looked intimidated, the poor boy: he was eternally gawking at the laptop crowd before him who were drinking things with funny Italian names he didn't know existed. He seemed too young, too thin, and too shy to fend off the random dangers from the street. But he had his blue uniform on, and what looked like a pistol in a holster -- standard issue, I suppose -- and that seemed enough to spell security for the little place. But the cafe's laptop crowd must have gotten to him. Soon, he was putting pomade in his hair. Soon, he was sporting a spiffy-looking pair of sunglasses. Soon, he was walking across the cafe with a strut, to the counter to get himself a glass of water, and then back to his post outside, where he positions himself against a parked motorcycle like Adonis waiting to be claimed by the gods. Everyone has dreams. This boy is probably living it.
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