"Come on Charlie! Launch the paper plane!" I excitedly tell my friend Charlie, while we're playing in the yard, he throws it as hard as he can. I'm Manny and like Charlie I am seven years old.
The little plane flies and spins through the air until it lands on a tree branch. Before I can think of a way to reach the plane, Charlie climbs the tree branch as if it weren't nothing difficult and he throws it again the same way he had a few minutes ago. Feeling very happy, I run to the stall where it fell, I pick it up from the green grass and with the plane in my hand, I turn around. I look around while there's a strong breeze blowing, "Charlie?" I let out a sad sigh from my voice... I guess that today is one of those days when I can't control it, when Charlie just disappears. I shouldn't feel this sad, after all he's just an imaginary friend. The strong breeze makes my black hair move from side to side. The breeze was also what brought down the paper plane from the tree branch, not Charlie.
I really should let Charlie go; he's been with me for a while now. Drops of water fall on some parts of the little plane, destroying it. With my hand I clean the tears on my cheeks and at the same time I drop the plane on the grass.
I'm going to miss you, Charlie; I think as I walk back home.
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Short Stories
Random💖 Just short stories I'll be posting in spanish and english 💖 💖Solo cuentos cortos que estaré publicando en inglés y español 💖
