Talking with Time (My Short Story)
I'm waiting for the ships calling at the dock, they poured fuel into large tanks on the coast, the breeze was blowing, I breathed in the fresh air coming from the direction of the ocean, my life is not as imprisoned by the time, I get a bit of happiness, that's God gave me.
I'm with my son, seeing the beauty of the sea, beside a dock, which looks like a prison wall. But it was not a prison, it is an endless road, because it does not give us the opportunity to go to an island just opposite. it is a footbridge, although much like a prison, he gives freedom to anyone until the end. Because there, the ship was waiting.
"...mama I wanna hug you tightly..."
Twists and turns of the passage of time, makes us grow old, make us greater worth, with the experience and teaching that we get. I muttered to my son, "Son, maybe this time you can see a vast sea, with a view like this, but then, I do not know later, what would you see here, when I was gone, when the times have changed, then, you will find many differences.
Take a look at a ship on the other side, its looked so small, I imagine that when you grow up, you will continue to think, that ship it was small, it is not something too big, you can hold it. Look, look, with your tiny eyes, compare, compare with your tiny body. Too, this world was not as big as you imagine.
"...mama please hug me tightly..."
I like reading your stories, Innafanaz! Thanks for sharing.
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Really? You read it. Thanks @lazariko12 :) I follow you back.