Friday 27 January 2012 photo 4/8
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Jag skriver bah någonting men jag kommer inte på så mkt så jag skriver fortsättningar senare...
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Little story: just for something to write:
Little Alma is nine years old, her best friend is named Jonathan and are one year older than her.
Alma: Jonathan, you ´wanna play something?
Jonathan: No, I have to buy some food for mom, otherwise, I think she´ll hit me again...
Alma: But, you always do that, and she hates you... ´looks like.
Jonathan: No, she doesn´t hate me, she just... don´t love me...
Alma: What´s the difference? Well ´see yah tomorrow then.
Alma leaves Jonathan alone on the doorstep and walks away.
Jonathan: She doesn´t hate me does she?- No, now I´m ridiculous.
The next day...
Jonathan doesn´t answer the phone and Alma is coming over to check he´s ok.
Alma: Jonathan, where are you?
She nocks on the door and touches the handle... No answer.
Alma: I´m coming in!
She opens the door and takes a big step into the hallway.
Everything is like... Normal, she thinks and starts to walk down the corridor.
Alma: Jonathan! You´re scaring me!
She looks around and finds his favourite drawing, the one she did once. Usually, it´s glued up on the wall but now?...
She picks it up and starts to walk against the kitchen.
Alma: Jon... Stop it already!! I don´t like this ´kinda game, sto...
She stops outside the kitchen door, it looks locked but... it´s never locked. She looks down and sees a footprint, a red one, that have been repeated a lot of times, all the way to the door.
Alma: Oh my god! JONATHAN?! Where are you, are you here?!
She screams the words out and starts to run against the exit.
She stops at the doorstep and tries to remember anything that could have been gone wrong the other day.
"No, she don´t hate me, she just don´t love me..."
She looks down on her feet and discovers a note. She picks it up and reads it.
Note:
Dear mom...
Annons