#ShortStory – Birthday Gone.
“Happy birthday” he said with such tender voice. His eyes were sparkling and it speaks about happiness louder than a crying-babies. He held my hands that were as cold as snow in December then I closed my eyes to feel his little touch. The next thing I knew, he handed me a bucket of Baby’s Breath which is my favorite flower that he took from my mother’s mini garden.
I thought he won’t come, I thought that he won’t even remember. But then I saw him standing in front of me, wearing that faded black sweater and his stupid smile told me that he won’t go.
But everything seems like a kaleidoscope for me. As I open my eyes, everything was gone.
—cloudsans September 14th, 2015 / 12:17