The Ghost of Time

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic
What is your porpose in life, then everybody you loved, gone forever?

Submitted: January 28, 2011

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Submitted: January 28, 2011

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Ghost of the time.
I opened the door of the car and walked into the Alley. A lot of beautiful lilies smelled great. I touched the leaves of the biggest marple. It was six o'clock in the morning, and the mist covered the whole space . I like this small Violet Park. It has been ten years since the last time, I've visited it. I wore light beige dress and the same coloured high heeles shoes. The air was so fresh. I was breathing in it and, suddenly, felt that the relief was coming into my body. I had almost forgotten that my parents died a month ago in a car accident. I have suirvied-they did not. I remmembered the funerals. Everybody cried, but no one speak to me. Like they blamed me for my survival. Even my boyfriend have not spoken to me. A weak ago, I saw him kissing my enemy, Cindy Young. Such a jerk. My relatives wanted to sold this house. The house of my youth. So, it was the last time, I have ever see it.
I stopped near the big black wooden building. The small path lead to the door. People have not been lived there for years. The company of teenagers walked near me, not paying attention at me. I felt myself invisible. I entered the house. The door was unlocked. The enourmous hall looked ominously. The dust was everywhere. I heard the sounds of my footsteps over the marble floor. Then I led my way to staircase. I entered my old room. Pink walls, beige floor, a lot of toys and dolls in the beautiful dresses. I opened the music box. The little figure of a fee became spinning round, and the music began playing. I put on my grandmother's earings and began dancing. I looked in a huge mirror in a golden frame. I saw a girl with pale skin, golden hair and a shy smile. I found a photo on my machony table. My parents and I  are on my Birthday party, eleven years ago. On the back of the photo there was written: "Molly, Robert and Kira Long". Kira Long is my name.
I heard the nose on the street. It was a dog. I left the house. Passers did not look on me. I led my way to the cemetory, to say goodbye to my parent's graves. I sat on my knees near them and began crying. Suddenly, I saw the squirrel on a lonely grave, a little bit far away from my parent's. A big bouquet of violets lay on it. "Who is lying down there?" I thought. I read the inscription on the epitaph: "Kira Long." O, my good, I died. Unexpectidly, I saw the light coming from the comb. It was getting bigger and bigger. I saw my parents in it. They were smiling and calling for me. And I felt the smell of the alley in that small Violet park. But I could not go there. I would stay forever in this world till the end of the days. I am the Ghost of Time...


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