I ran as fast as I can to the spot. And I saw Charles balancing around, on the exact spot, where I drew the cross balancing on it.
"Hey! What are you doing Charles," I yell.
"Don't you remember you said we suppose to meet exactly here, and you even put a cross on the ground" says Charles doing a weird grin. I don't even understand why he's doing that grin but doesn't matter.
"What's that grin for and I didn't mean it exact there I just drew that to remember where we had to meet," I say, doing a odd face.
"Hehe, tricked yah, did I confuse you," giggled Charles, "you're so innocent." Jeez does Charles had to do that. I was just about to tell him I found dad but there's no use on telling him.
"What's that face I'm seeing now," says Charles.
"Nothing, it's just about to tell you, that I found my dad but I wasn't sure if I should tell you," I say. Oops I just said it to him, doesn't matter.
"If you come and get my dad with me, we can go back home," I say.
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A Little to Live for
Short StoryIt is year 1930, and I was in my bedroom looking at the window, alone. Just alone. While watching kids and adults walking around with cardboard in front of them with writing on it. I can't clearly see what's written on it. But let's just say, there'...
