my friend and i
have known each other
since childhood.
we would often play
in my backyard,
on the swings,
with chains twisted around
so when we let go,
we would spin in the seat so fast,
that we had trouble standing up.
we had been on the swing too,
when the doorbell rang
and an unfamiliar man
asked to speak to my dad,
alone.
i didn't know about what
at that time,
but i knew,
nothing would ever be the same again.
and my friend was there,
as calm as a lake in heaven,
consoling me with words
and seemingly made up stories,
and his usual stiff, but warm hugs,
that would isolate me from
all the bad the world
had thrown at me.
from that moment on
i realized,
that his voice had become my safety,
my comfort.
so when his voice finally found me,
from beyond the darkness
of my mind,
beyond my unseeing eyes,
and motionless state,
speaking in the same tone he had
that day by the swings,
and talking about a seemingly made up story,
i clung onto it,
like an anchor to a ship,
afraid that if i let go,
i'd never be found again.
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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐖𝐄 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄
Short Storyan almost decade old story. * "one tragedy changed their lives." a story with dialogues and minimal description, in which a boy ends up in the hospital after a car accident and his friend slowly collapsing under the weight of his tortured mind. but...
