Prairie Songs
my novel
Chapter 12
"When we celebrate our
marriage in the hall ya mas".
"Hall? So would a merrier?".
"Yahhh ... do we have to
invite all our friends".
"Ah, but I do not comfortable
if formally".
"Why do not we make it a
garden party?."
"Well, be well!. It we can
talk casually with our friends. "
voice at the other end there is no
longer heard. Only the soft breath sounds are heard. Nia was always excited
when talk about things that are fun and then fall asleep, her voice is always
worth the the fiery when she was raging.
I hung up the phone that spend the
hiss. Turned my gaze to the screen. Stared at a script that is not also
completed.
I better stop writing. I need to straighten the waist and rest.
Night has been changed in the
morning, I lay my body on top of a thin mattress. For a moment, took a deep
breath and pray.
Hopefully our hope not just a dream ...
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in solitude,
from the darkness, from the bottom of loneliness |
The monitor is still showing the
end of your e-mail read. John was silent in his chair, his mind drifted to the
news on television about the conditions in the Gaza Strip last couple of days
ago.
He really did not understand, how
could little kids armed with slingshots and stones on the brave against soldier
who has powerful and deadly weapons, how can the young men could wrap a bomb on
his body and gave their lives in suicide bombing.
What kind of religion that can give birth to sane people like it?.
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