lunes, junio 30, 2014

That quiet station: Sheertown ville

She suddenly stopped; two hours before, she had arrived and  she had immediately called that man who broke through her exhausted fleshes, every time that they converged on a torn beds.

Now, she's lying, lifeless, her lover tried to kiss her mouth but someone thought that could be dangerous because from her mouth, people saw a purpple foam.

Why these short two hours had been so long in the live of that man?.

He had left his children two minutes before the call phoned although the school would begin a quarter hour later.

 His tale had been about jungles and clowns and he was thinking about his new job, but they, his children, that day, didn't like heard him. Why?, a new student waited them to show his landscape where he had lived for 13 years. Why are they changing it for father's tale?
Those children were sorpresivily discovering that the new history were incredibily similar to their older. Then this day, the taler's picture would be showed by that brown child.

The police who were always in the train station had observed that woman, because that brightly day a threaten man had disapeared in front of her. Ohhh! she's my old love, it was said by a police man who  need recuperating his personal balance. He had forgotten his own value to look for it in the other people, as for exemple that beautiful woman. Why should he be worried about her, now?. It wasn't usual that site. Would he forget those trips, controlling her life?. Oh, yes. as him, she had her own life. He only tried to drive his new illusion, although
 

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