A day with a friend
Ah what you have reminded me. I remember a day I visited her, she welcomed me with smile. She held my hand and took me to her garden and offered me to sit on a bench under a tree. She sat beside me. She was holding an audio player and there attached the air phone. She thrust one end in my ear and the other one in hers. A soft tune started to come into my ears, then to my senses and then through entire of me. I smiled and she smiled back. I raised my arm and held her closed to me. We weren't talking just feeling each other. I didn't know how much time was passed. My eyes were closed and her hand was in my hand. I heard the chirping of the departed birds, I opened my eyes. I was all alone there, and It was not her garden. I was sitting beside a grave under a tree, my hand was on the stone of the grave where she was sleeping. I stood up and left promising her to come next day.
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Touchy!
Well portrayed!
Thanks Saba, you like it.
While I was reading your story, I never could guess what sad story would happen at the end!
its a nice and sad story,when i read ur story i think i watch movie .i think this movie was a tragedy.tnx again
Thanks a lot setareh, usra and Elen.
So touching story...
Oh what a sad story. You described it beautifully. Thanks for sharing.
Onee thank you very much for liking my blog.
You know I wrote it within a period of maximum 5 minutes, just after reading Seeker's challenge.
Thanks again.
You have a great imagination, Mishaikh..
And your writing always have a deep feeling and emotions of love. You can make a reader feels being there in the story.
Thank you for making MyEC more colorful with your writing.
Thanks seeker.
Afro, a writer write from his observations, it is not necessary that the event has happened with him, but this is the art of writing how you make it as it is happening with the writer himself.
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