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2005-05-09 pixie_shimmer: we can comment on these things?? It is a lovely story Punky...so sad...It is very inspiring though 2005-05-09 All_Most PUNK: Apparently. Thanks a lot for the comment :D 2005-05-09 Lerune: I think you have this on your Wyvern? Or do you have one? (ET is down, so I can't check your house to rememer =oP) All I know is I have read it and commented on it before. I like the twist on the end, and it is very well-written, considering English is your second language, especially. There are a few things you could do to make the form more "correct" but for reading pleasure, this is not a real issue. ;o) 2005-05-09 All_Most PUNK: Yup, I have it. And you probably commented on it. I had the advantage that, since it was written for my english class, that it was corrected, unlike most of my other works. Thanks for the comments. And lemme know about that more correct "form", so I can see if it works on my idea of the story. 2005-05-09 Lerune: Oh, not -- not changing anything about the story, I only meant the...well...f 2005-05-09 All_Most PUNK: Yup, that was what I thoguht you meant :) 2005-05-09 Lerune: Okay - I thought I may have been a bit ambiguous. =oP 2005-06-13 Stephen: Wow... this a good, and touching. It brought a tear to my eyes. You did a really good job. 2005-06-20 All_Most PUNK: Thanks, thanks, thanks... you are exaggerating :P 2005-07-02 Stephen: It's a great story :p[All_Most PUNK]: 15.Amends
Rating: 0.00 Uploaded by: Created: 2005-04-02 03:48:46 Keywords: ghosts relationships feelingsA little conversation between a mother and her son.Genre:BiographicalStyle:short storyLicense:Free for reading
"It's been a long time since the last time I was here" thought Dalia. "I should have come last year, or the previous one"
Dalia stopped and looked at the gray train station right in front of her. Maybe that wasn't the moment to think about that, but she couldn't help but feel that, if she had arrived in time, she might have been able to... But this wasn't the time for regrets, this was the time for amends.
Dalia entered the old train station, which had been abandoned since the accident, since... Walking slowly, Dalia moved towards the center of the place, where the dim light of the moon that got through the shattered crystals was stronger. There she stood, waiting, for an hour and then two, until...
A boy walked towards her, but stopped where the darkness was winning the eternal struggle against the light. He was a short slim boy, like twelve years old, short dark hair and very dark, almost black, eyes. Nearly all his face was covered in shadows.
"Son..." was all what Dalia could say, and then broke into tears.
"Mom, why? Why did you do this to me? You don't know how it feels to be alone in the dark, just me and nobody to take my hand and help me to sleep".
"I tried, but I couldn't. I loved you and I didn't want to let you go, but I wasn't strong enough. I..." Dalia couldn't continue.
"You know... the night of the accident...whe
"I know, but... well, it happened and I can't do anything about it. If only I could go back in time and look at you in your eyes for the last time... but, really look in your eyes and not just see shadows. But I can't and, to be honest, even if I could, I don't know if I'd had the guts to do it, because I know that, sadly, now it's too late"
"Mom..."
"No, please, let me finish". Dalia continued, taking courage from nowhere to go on. "All I can say is that I love you and I hope that it may bring some peace to you..." then lowered her voice "and maybe to me".
Then Dalia, still looking at her son, walked slowly towards the railways. Her son watched her with tears in his dark eyes, knowing that he was alone again. Dalia turned around and faced her kid for the last time and, while she was sending him a kiss, she disappeared, right in the same place where the train had killed her three years before.