Cold days [Contest Entry 2011]
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Cold days
Like every day routine starts, woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, getting a hot cup of coffee and some onigiri. I put my clothes on and start directing myself to my apartment door. In the entrance I pick up my new metal suitcase that an old all friend sent me from oversees.
As I walk on the streets you can see the ornaments of a celebration that is not strange to me, a celebration that all kids expect and all adults enjoy, on this time of the year the temperatures are so low but inside of the homes and on the face of the children you can feel a very warm joy.
For me it´s the time of the year I spend with Amanda she likes the candy canes and the green trees filled with decorations of all colors like a rainbow she all ways say, every year she use to ask me to bring her a piece of red paper so she could write to Santa. She will turn 6 this year after the Christmas celebrations. It´s been so long since those days and as I´m boarding the train I manage to find that piece of paper I know she will be happy.
It´s getting colder and I direct myself to a bending machine so I can get a hot coco, as it´s been dispense I over hear a little girl talking with her mom about their X-mas dinner and how she is eager to see her grandma. As I stand up from picking the can, I can feel a smile on my face, since all I can think about is to get to where Amanda is and give her a big hug.
In the train you can see lots of people with scarfs and very long coats, going to the high places its always a long trip and you manage to read or admire the view of the country side. As I lean my head on the coach I felt asleep.
In my dreams I get a glimpse of the times I was with my godfather, I never had a family like every one and he was not my father, but he always protected me and guide me in life, the days of Christmas he always use to buy a full chicken and we eat until midnight awaiting the lights on the sky that people use in order to mark the celebration of that day. It was not you perfect celebration but I was always one of the few times we use to spend together without any words just enjoying the evening; As the train arrives to my destination I woke up with the image of those days and the words he always use to say to me… Hold on to yourself because in the world you´ll never have anything else but yourself, weird words but they kept me alive all this years. As the words are still fresh in my mind I write the same words on the red piece of paper, and put it away on my metal suitcase.
Finally arriving on my destination as I hear the driver’s instructions and kind words of happy Christmas for all of us, I pick up my luggage and direct myself to the door. I present my ticket and direct myself out of the train station, on the street a weird person that has a Santa costume with a weird horse mask deliver me a piece of paper with a message ¨wake up ¨. As I read the message I start to get why and my entire world starts to crumble.
It was just a dream of the day that I was on the way to spend Christmas with little Amanda and never reach, I think it´s been several years know since that day I have been on a bed since then, In full silence I can hear people coming in and out some times during the day, and other times non will show for several ones.
Last time someone came close to me they ask me if I could listen and flash some lights to my eyes as they nodded, he said some words that I could barely hearand left.
that same day some one came at night and turn on the lights, as he walk like he was dragging a leg He lean to me and ask me ¨how much would you like to see her one more time¨.
I wanted to scream but the words never came out, as he left and turn off the lights I just wanted the darkness in that room to be eternal.
Like every day routine starts, woke up to the sound of the alarm clock, getting a hot cup of coffee and some onigiri. I put my clothes on and start directing myself to my apartment door. In the entrance I pick up my new metal suitcase that an old all friend sent me from oversees.
As I walk on the streets you can see the ornaments of a celebration that is not strange to me, a celebration that all kids expect and all adults enjoy, on this time of the year the temperatures are so low but inside of the homes and on the face of the children you can feel a very warm joy.
For me it´s the time of the year I spend with Amanda she likes the candy canes and the green trees filled with decorations of all colors like a rainbow she all ways say, every year she use to ask me to bring her a piece of red paper so she could write to Santa. She will turn 6 this year after the Christmas celebrations. It´s been so long since those days and as I´m boarding the train I manage to find that piece of paper I know she will be happy.
It´s getting colder and I direct myself to a bending machine so I can get a hot coco, as it´s been dispense I over hear a little girl talking with her mom about their X-mas dinner and how she is eager to see her grandma. As I stand up from picking the can, I can feel a smile on my face, since all I can think about is to get to where Amanda is and give her a big hug.
In the train you can see lots of people with scarfs and very long coats, going to the high places its always a long trip and you manage to read or admire the view of the country side. As I lean my head on the coach I felt asleep.
In my dreams I get a glimpse of the times I was with my godfather, I never had a family like every one and he was not my father, but he always protected me and guide me in life, the days of Christmas he always use to buy a full chicken and we eat until midnight awaiting the lights on the sky that people use in order to mark the celebration of that day. It was not you perfect celebration but I was always one of the few times we use to spend together without any words just enjoying the evening; As the train arrives to my destination I woke up with the image of those days and the words he always use to say to me… Hold on to yourself because in the world you´ll never have anything else but yourself, weird words but they kept me alive all this years. As the words are still fresh in my mind I write the same words on the red piece of paper, and put it away on my metal suitcase.
Finally arriving on my destination as I hear the driver’s instructions and kind words of happy Christmas for all of us, I pick up my luggage and direct myself to the door. I present my ticket and direct myself out of the train station, on the street a weird person that has a Santa costume with a weird horse mask deliver me a piece of paper with a message ¨wake up ¨. As I read the message I start to get why and my entire world starts to crumble.
It was just a dream of the day that I was on the way to spend Christmas with little Amanda and never reach, I think it´s been several years know since that day I have been on a bed since then, In full silence I can hear people coming in and out some times during the day, and other times non will show for several ones.
Last time someone came close to me they ask me if I could listen and flash some lights to my eyes as they nodded, he said some words that I could barely hearand left.
that same day some one came at night and turn on the lights, as he walk like he was dragging a leg He lean to me and ask me ¨how much would you like to see her one more time¨.
I wanted to scream but the words never came out, as he left and turn off the lights I just wanted the darkness in that room to be eternal.
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Xenon
FAKKU Writer
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