There was a little cottage next to the house in which an old man lived.
Something about this man was captivating and compelling, I thought while I was looking at him chopping wood for the fire. I went to speak to him and soon we became friends.
"Do you need help?"
"Oh sure thank you!" I held some of the to-be chopped wood and organized them so it would be easier for him to chop, I was always good at geometry.
"That's one creative idea, good job little bunny!"
I remembered him after calling her little bunny, he was my gandfather's bestfriend and we used to hide at his cottage whenever I and my grandfather played hide and seek with him and his son George and his daughter Theresa, a little smile appeared on my exhausted face thinking about the great old days.
"I've always wanted to become an architect, Stevie." I giggled.
"Now you remember me little bunny"
He hugged me as he always loved me as one of his own children.
"What are you doing here alone after all this time little bunny?"
I didn't want to answer that question but my bold nature conquered the new nature and I didn't help saying "Every person in my life couldn't stand the new me, so my parents sent me here."
He didn't look shocked and didn't ask me why; maybe that's what I wanted at the moment.
"Good, fate sent you to play hide and seek with me, little bunny."
I giggled and excused him to leave to go to bed saying "it was a tiring day."
I didn't hear the usual response "do you do anything in your whole silly life?" instead he responded "Okay little bunny, sweet dreams."
I felt a little satisfaction and peace which I haven't felt in way too long.
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The Girl She Was.
Short StoryShe doesn't feel like herself. Not anymore. She was different once. Now she is a watered down version, pale and thin. She slips through the cracks unnoticed. She fades into the background, afraid of saying the wrong thing. She grows sharp edges and...
