the pact (translated from French)

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the pact (translated from French)

Short Story by: flocon de neige

Genre: Literary Fiction

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Short Story by: flocon de neige

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Genre: Literary Fiction

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Summary

Are you sure that the life your living at this very moment belong to you?

Summary

Are you sure that the life your living at this very moment belong to you?

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Submitted: May 22, 2013

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Submitted: May 22, 2013

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It was night, there was a lot of fog and the cold began to numb the skin, in the dark shadow he was walking with tired steps on a country road, where vegetation grew thicker and thicker, almost closing the path. he separated the Thorny bushes with his hands so he could see a small building, which at its best was a cottage, but only ruins were left standing.
Doubtful entered to the place.
 
"I've been waiting for you" a soft voice echoed.
It was the voice of a child, he turned his head to a corner and saw a small lump sinking his face on a book. there was no candles or any light source, but a glow filled the room.
She stood up and held the book up to his eyes and began to read quietly, almost inaudible, suddenly everything became clear, as if it were noon.
 
"I've been waiting for a long time, since I gave my life so you could live yours, I knew one day you would come to return the favor, and I knew that day would be today ... Papa."
 
The man pressed his hands against his face trying to understand the situation, but his head seemed empty.
-dad ... don't you remember me? ... I want to hear how you have spent the last fifteen years on my absence, were you happy mom and you? How is the life of my little brother? ..
 
Suddenly the memories started to flow, as the current of a river during a storm. The man fell to his knees, took his hands away from his face and stared into the eyes of the child.
-Dalia, you are my Dalia, - whispered the man.
She smiled when heard her name, it was like a confirmation that she has not been forgotten.
 
- My little girl, I have nothing to tell you, these past few years, I did nothing but screw it, I wasted all these years, please forgive me.


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