The Short Story

There was this young man. He sat at the table with his brother. His brother was eating breakfast while reading the newspaper. The new elected president had said something about the new airport. He was going to cancel it or something. The lady in the TV was saying that the whole week was going to be very cold. Their mother appeared with a coat on. She was shivering from the cold and told the boy to wrap himself up.

The boy did so, and he started talking to his brother. Apparently, he was seeking help for some assignment for his literature class. He was asked to make a story for the last homework of the semester, because who knew when he was going to write something again. His brother stopped for a minute and then he said:

-Why don't you do a story about a student that writes a story for an assignment?

The boy went out of his house. He headed for the school. He attended all his classes and when he was finished he went back to his house. On his way back to home he run through the streets. Suddenly, he tripped and fell on his knee. He looked quickly at the knee and saw a little scratch, so he just washed it with some water and returned to his running. When he arrived home, he turned the fan on and then sat at the table. His brother was eating at that time. He started doing some homework he had to do. It was about writing a short story before the classes ended, because who knew when he was going to write something again. He started writing about a girl that had to do something before the next day. Apparently, her task was very important.

When the boy finished writing the story he looked at it. He liked it and had a lot of fun doing it. After he handed it to the teacher he meditated. Maybe he was in a story written by a different person, just like that boy he wrote about. Maybe, at the same time everything was in the imagination of another boy writing. Maybe, the other boy could have done it for an assignment too. And maybe, the other boy was also in a story written by someone else.