No more

November 10, 2008
By Leandro Montibeler, Blumenau, ZZ

He looked to the black Mercedes. She was gone and all he could do was to look, to watch, to stare. It started raining again, but he did not notice. She was gone. What else could he do now? No more walking around the flower shop and smelling the sweetness of the spring flowers. No more going into the kitchen of his father`s candy shop to steal the candies he has just baked. No more the tree.

Oh, the tree.

It seems like they`ve spent the entire summer under that tree. They just walked to the park and sit. They used to sit under that same tree day after day, used to eat the candies he`d just stolen and talk until the sun decided to hide itself beyond the mountains. They always wanted more time. He wanted to admire those green eyes and she wanted to look at his silly smile. Just a little more, he thought. Just a little. But the moon was already crossing the sky and the stars already started to appear in the dark-blue sky. It was time to go. Then he guided her across the streets, where earlier children played soccer. He took her home, gave her a goodnight kiss and walked home. As he crossed the empty streets he was already thinking about spending the day with her tomorrow.

But no more because now the black Mercedes was crossing the same streets where he`d guided her. He could see on the window of the black Mercedes the girl looking at him. He could see as the green eyes, he`d admired so much, watered. He wanted to kiss her once again and hug her and say goodbye.

But no more. The black Mercedes turned the corner in the end of the street and disappeared into the rain and the night. All he wanted was a little more time with her. But the sun already hidden between the mountains and now the stars did not appear. And they wouldn`t, because now a storm was approaching. He wanted to see the sun, the moon, the tree and those green eyes again.

But no more. It was cold, raining and she was gone. His father guided him across the pavement into his house.

`Come on`, he said as he guided his son back home.

`You have school tomorrow. `.


The author's comments:
i'm not from US. i'm actually from brazil, so if there is some mistake in my article i apologize and hope to have tha chance to fix it. i hope you like the article.

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GraceSH BRONZE said...
on Sep. 25 2016 at 9:38 pm
GraceSH BRONZE, Springfield, Minnesota
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Great job ! I really like it

on Feb. 2 2014 at 9:44 pm
ChasityTaylor SILVER, Denham Springs, Louisiana
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Favorite Quote:
"In terms of noodles, all bets on Trump."- my very strange friends

I love it!

on Oct. 25 2009 at 3:26 pm
I love it! :) You described everything really well, it was great.

(I'm not from the US either, I live in Bosnia.)

Dushan said...
on Nov. 18 2008 at 11:23 pm
Nice article. It indicates that many things are temporary in this life. With an improvement of your grammar I'm sure your story would be even better.

~greetings from Serbia




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