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The Shipwreck Diary (engleza- partea 3)

Posted on Miercuri, Februarie 4, 2009 in Creative writing

Day 180 after the crash

            I saw you today on the beach sleeping. I didn’t want to wake you up. You were sleeping so beautifully. I stood by you the whole day waiting and watching your chocolaty shadow as it caressed the cool golden sand of this superb Atlantic sunset. Your natural spring smell opened my eyes to the beauty that surrounds us, the pink bushes of flowers opened as your shadow fondled them allover. They gave you their smell and made you all the more beautiful in my eyes. I had to go hunting but you still followed me around. I pretended that I didn’t see you but you knew that I was looking for you. Oh the beauty of these spring days makes you happy to be alive.

 

Day 360 after the crash

            I saw something in the air. It was a man made thing, I am sure of that. We shall finally be gone of this island. We are finally going to see other people. I love you more than I could say but it is still a nice prospect that of seeing other people. I know that this is our home but we shall make a new one. We shall see how it is. We need to see the world again. Please understand the curiosity of seeing if things are the same as we left them. I will not leave you alone here. You will come with me. If we don’t like it, we come back here. I promise. I will write on the beach HELP and they are going to see it. We should also start a fire maybe they see the smoke. Come on… Help me. We have to go!

 

Day 1100 after the crash

            I left the beach one year and a half ago. My family was so frightened when I got back home. I reached the airport and all of my relatives came to take me home. Some out of love, some out of vanity. The press was waiting for me, both local and international. I was a star. A mentally deranged star but a star nonetheless. I started seeing head doctors. They asked me to many questions. They said you didn’t exist. They said lots of things. It is bad. I want to come back, to see you. I am sorry I left. I hope you love me still.

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