This is a random story I thought up after I saw this picture.(2017/5/12)
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(credits: Studio Ghibli)
In a restaurant, not far away from the countryside, a man in a suit was eating a gigantic bowl of salad. The bowl itself was a masterpiece, pale blue ceramic with long blue stripes embedded in it. The bottom and top of the bowl were both curved inward, so it looked like a large vase. In the vase-like bowl was a huge mountain of heart-shaped leaves and stems. A dark green mountain in a bowl. A man helped himself to the bowl with a fork and started digging into the bowl with passion. He dug and ate and dug and ate. It was soft on the tongue and full of flavor without any kind of dressing. The rich juices burst into his throat as he chomped down, ultimate bliss. He savored each bite with a close of his eyes until the moment passed. He chewed slowly, allowing the sweet grassy smell to penetrate and fill his nostrils.
It was his little mountain of heaven. A dream come true. An oasis in the desert....His watercress oasis.
As he ate,big fat tears began sliding down his cheeks and into the bowl. Tears dripped into his wine glass, marring the calm red surface. The teardrops shone like dew in the morning sun on the surface of the leaves. They glistened and reflected the man's sad face that wasn't visible a few minutes ago. A sadness so profound that the colors of the leaves suddenly turned several shades darker. More tears came as he stuffed more salad into his mouth. The bowl was soon empty, and so was his soul. He had finished his contract, a life for a life.
He was allergic to watercress. It would cause severe symptoms to his body. He would soon be dead.
But his daughter would live.
She was somewhere out there. She was still alive. But they wanted him dead. It was him or her. He chose her.
He felt his breathing quicken, soon they turned to rapid gasps of air, his last struggle. His lungs ached for air, but couldn't get it. His vision began to blur, stars appeared on one side, and then the other. He could see no longer. People around him were shouting for help, help for the man now sprawled on the ground. Plates crashed, glass shattered. Waiters and waitresses scurried around.
But it was already too late. The man had gone limp.
Only his last thought remained , one single thought that lingered among the living, so simple, so endearing.
A single sentence that consisted of three words.......
