The dinner was done. Elsa was in Gramma's room, both busy in their girly-girly talks. Dan and Ron are upstairs in mumma's old room. Ron is all busy in his PSP, unbothered of the essence of their mom in this room.
"How stupid he is. I can feel as if I am a little infant and Ma is singing a lullaby for me." Daniel whispered to himself, as usual.
In moments while Dan was returning back from the thoughts of her mother to reality, he was sound slept.
It was morning, 5 A.M sharp.
He had clutched his hands onto the bed sheet too tightly that it had all gathered around him. Dan was horrified, but somehow he controlled my shriek. He had dreamt of the car incident that happened last night, still unaware of what had actually made the car to work normally again. Something was fishy in between all of this. But whatsoever he had dreamt of, only ten - percent of it is what he remembers now. But this time, something had pierced down his heart. The moment the car had started to work, Dan had felt a clinch within himself. Daniel was in a complete ado.
To Daniel's dismay, there was no one, with whom he could share about this thing. Dad - the man who might have understood him was at present miles (okay, kilometers) away from him. Ron seemed to be too hopeless for this. He would have surely discussed it with him if it was about a dream with burgers in it. Elsa? She would have called him lame. Surely, she would have said that Dan was accentuating his dream, stating that his dream was absurd and abstruse at the same time.
He wish he had someone by his side, rather he wished he had his momma by his side.
YOU ARE READING
Until We Meet Again
Детектив / ТриллерIt pinches when everyone leaves you unanswered, isn't it? Here is Daniel Jacob, a boy who doesn't like himself being called a kid. Pondering about his monotonous life was the routine of his life until he discovered the long hidden dusty old storeroo...
