martes, 12 de febrero de 2013

Let me sleep

I had to do this story for my English class homeworks, but I think it’s good enough to publish it here. I wish you enjoy it!!


When she saw the car parked outside her house, her heart started beating faster... she had just recognised it.
It was quite long since the last time she had seen that bodywork, and it was so bright and red as it had been then , five years ago. The car’s owner must be around, perhaps even at her house.

She started to feel how the flames of memories, both good and sad, which were linked with that car, revived. The first kiss. the last one. some trips, like when they visited the Grand Canyon, or the other when she said to him she had never seen the sea, and then he started the engine and just drove her to the ocean’s shore at that moment, going through the Rocky Mountains, as darkness fell. But she also remembered the most bitter memory, when he took her to their favorite place in town, a lonely clearing in the pine wood, where they had spent lot of time together the summer before. They had a picnic, but when they ended, he stared into her eyes and said those painful words: “i’m gonna join the army” He also said he had done it because that was the only way to manage to go to university, with the money he would earn in the army, because that was the only way to run away from town. And that wasn’t all. He also said he couldn’t ask her to wait for his return. But she never truly accepted that in her heart. She really tried to find someone else, but never achieved that. She still kept loving him, from the distance. and now, he has came back.

she went towards the front door, around the car. And now, she would cross the doorway, she would look for him, she would look into his amber-colored eyes, his strong profile, and his thick lips, and finally she would kiss them. she went inside and passed through the corridor to the living-room, and there he was.

He was pretty changed. Too much. He didn’t look like him. That was because it was not him but his brother, who was a few years younger and looked very much like him. He began to say: “Hello, darling, I have to speak with you. You’d better sit down...” but she didn’t need to hear more words. His sad, wed eyes were already speaking by themselves.





OK, I confess: I’m afraid I was quite inspired by the video clip “Wake me up when September ends” by Green Day, which I saw  few moments before I started to write the story... If perhaps you are interested in it... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NU9JoFKlaZ0