"Why, why did you do that? That was so dangerous." He went with his hand through his dark blonde hair. It fell back on his forehead. He didn't look me in the eyes. He wasn't very much pleased with me.
"I am sorry", I said. "But nothing happened. I came back safely."
"But something could have happened. You can't just walked around here in the dark. Alone." He paced up and down his warm room. Warm colors, warm fire and light, warm and cozy furniture. Maybe I could stay here, when it is so dark outside. Being warm by his warm hair, warm eyes, warm hands.
"I will bring you home."
Oh no. I felt a bit disappointed. I did not want to go. I wanted to stay with him. But how could I say that?
"Oh, okay.", I said quietly.
He was rushing around me, packing things, getting ready. I was quiet. Quietly letting everything happen.
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Flying Imagination - Random Moments
Short StoryMoments magically made up in my head, throughout my daily life. Some shorter, some longer. I think, I am trying to find those small moments and show how special they are. Experimenting with different styles and perspectives. Trying to grab the atmos...
