My notebook

Short Story (September 23, 2021)

This is a short story that I wrote in a club that I am, based on the song above. I'm not owner of that song, obviously.

Song: Psalm - John Coltrane

Possible Names for this Short Story:
- War and Jazz
- Camelia and Carlos

Camelia was staring out the window, repeating and humming that jazz song of her vinyl record; the song which she used to dance with Carlos. Both promised each other to buy more vinyl records after the war finished; more vinyl records that both were going to dance together, more vinyl records that both were going to listen to everyday, more vinyl records that both were going to remember for the rest of their lives. Both promised each other to stay together until their skin stop being smooth; both promised to stay together until their hair stop being coal and transform into snow. He promised he would come back after the war was over, and she promised to wait for him all the time it would take. He promised ... he promised ... but the war is already over; he did not return and she is still waiting for him.

She waited so much that her skin stop being smooth; she waited so much that her hair stop being coal and transform into snow. She waited so much, even after the war was over. She waited, staring out the window, listening the same vinyl record... the last record that she dance with Carlos. She waited for him to come to buy more vinyl records with him. She waited to dance with him, and only with him one more time at least. She waited, so she could spend her whole life with him. She waited, listening that vinyl record and staring at the window, dancing with her Carlos in her mind.

Seeing through the window, she saw shooting stars failing into her town. All her neighbors hid in their basements instead of look at them; all but she doesn't. "He may come back, and not know what is happening" she thought, hearing at the emergency alarms. Seeing the shooting stars so close to fall at her town, she saw Carlos coming. He was so young and so alive, just as he was before going to war. Camelia just then got up and went out of her house, with tears in her eyes and a big smile in her mouth. "Oh my Carlos, I missed you so much!" she cried, running into his arms. "I missed you too, my Camelia" he murmurs in her ear. Then he gently took her right hand, and passed his right arm in her waist. She grab his left hand, and put her left hand in his shoulder. Under the shooting stars, they both danced together one last time.

Thank you for reading this.