i remember joining this portion on Jam 88.3 radio station.. story telling tuesday, unfotunately, my entry didn’t make it…hahahhahaa
here it is:
I woke up one morning, as usual, I took the morning
routine of fixing the bed, opening the window and
going to the kitchen to have a cup of coffee. How
sweet it is to smell the rich aroma, when I suddenly
notice a stain in my hands…it looks like a trace of
dried up blood. I pause for a while and think….where
the hell have I got these blood? Ahhhhh… I remember…..
Last night, while walking home from the office a few
blocks away from home, I saw an old woman crossing the
street without paying attention to all the vehicles
passing by, and suddenly, she was hit by a speeding
car, I don’t remember what happens next, all I could
remember is that I was rushing in the middle of the
street to help the old lady, she suffered some broken
bones and have lots of wounds, and she was having a
hard time breathing. I try to shout for help, when
suddenly, a red van stop right in front of me and help
me take the lady to the hospital. I don’t notice who
the driver was, because I was paying attention on the
situation of the old woman. Finally, we got into the
hospital, we rush her in the emergency room, give the
information on the counter and inform the police. It
took the both of us almost two hours fixing
everything. And after a while, the police arrive, ask
us for some info and search the bag of the old woman
for information. After being cleared of the
situation, I sat on the bench at the lobby, together
with the driver of the van, when our eyes met, we both
freeze, the hair on my skin rise and I faint. I could
not even open my mouth to speak, the driver have the
same reaction too. I took a deep breath, and force
myself to speak…H…How…How are you? Its been a while
since we last saw each other. Where have you been?
What happen? She just say….Im just around….and
nothing change….she replied. I pause for a while and
look down on my feet while shaking my head, I just
don’t know that we will meet again. I close my eyes
in pain and I grieve. When I open my eyes again and
lift my head, the driver was gone,.. I stood up and
look in every direction, but I could not find the
driver, I rush out of the hospital and try to look for
the red van that the driver has, it was not even on
the place where we park. I ask the guard if he see
someone going out and rode on a red van, he simply
says, sir, there is no one going out except you, and I
saw no red van parked here. I went back to the lobby
hoping to find the driver, but all I found was a red
scarf on the place where the driver was sitting, my
hair raises and it seems that I can’t move my feet.
My whole world stops, it was the scarf that I have
given her so many years ago on the day that her red
van was struck by a truck while driving home, killing
her in an instant. It was her, I would not forget her
face and her glittering eyes. She is still around me,
watching over me. She is my beloved girlfriend,
someone I love more than everything in this world, She
was Lois. I fell on my feet, holding the scarf and
tears falls from my weary eyes………….
OOOUUCCCHHHHH!!!! Oh my God my coffee spill on my
hands………….when I look at my other hand, the stain is
gone..ahhhhh… I was just dreaming again…………….but I
know that She is Still Watching over me………….look at
your side, she might me beside you listening to this
story….
its up to you to figure out….
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