blogged serial short stories with a twist
Again I ringed at the door. Tears filled my eyes. I wanted to shout at him. I would love to hate him. But first I need to save myself. I slowly and calmly explained why I am here. I left a not meant smile took the answers and went. This was the toughest thing I ever done. The sun was coming out. The river shimmered and twinkled as I took my lighter, watch the picture and my past burning.
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I was scared to ring the door. What I expected and what I saw were miles away from each other. The old grumpy and obviously rude man asked me if I just ringed because I wanted to check if anyone is at home. He meant that would have liked to rob him. How could he? Didn’t he saw the connection? Didn’t he saw our similar eyes and the kink of our noses? Didn’t he felt something? I guess not, because me nether. It was just a scary old and stranger man.
This amazing silver lining was a Picture of an old man, sitting averted, next to a piano, obviously playing it. On the back of the picture was an Address. A big old closed night Club with an owner living 100 km away from me, said google. I left a notice when I took the car early in the morning. I was still angry at my mom how she dealt with my Situation. She isn’t perfect I know but i wanted her to fight for me, to bear her anxieties down. Anyway she didn’t. I am a warrior for myself. My thoughts were running through my head. >>I will meet him and silly little questions will save me. << I made my way and ended up on a riverside with fantastic green and blue house-boots on it. I can’t ignore that if I would have knew him, he could have showed me how to fish and build up a tent.
I was 21 when the first signs of my anonymous disease showed up. My hands began to shake and my skin turned pale. The doctors were helpless as me, because this could have been everything or nothing. Especially the medical file of my dad would help. I tried to speak to my mom. But she got that look in her eyes. Â I never saw anything like that and I was intimidated of that grim Determination. Long sleepless nights were following. It was a hard time, but suddenly I found something very interesting…
On a dark rainy afternoon my mom went in my room while I was sitting at my piano. I was clinking an old melody which came into my mind and never left. She just saw my back and was shocked. She surely thought I was my dad. Perhaps she thought he came back.. Was there a tiny Chance for him to came back in our live? Anyway she never commented that Situation and she never will speake about him.
As long as I can remember my mom and I was living alone. I am happy, no doubt, but as you can imagine, I really would like to know how it is growing up with a father. Every time I questioned that issue, she blogged up. It was hard not knowing something about the person who was once in love with my mom. He is the one who once decided to share his life and to make a baby with her. I stopped asking her about him. I grew up getting weird and silent. I needed to search for him on my own.
At first there was the hard smell of melting plastic, which reached my nose. Tears and colors began to swim. An uncontrollable sobbing was fighting its way out. The flames entwined the hands on the picture, his magic hands. They’re gone.