An untold story!
It’s 06 in the morning. The rising sun is painting the dark sky with bright colours. Birds are chirping and enjoying the cool breeze. It is the kind of morning that makes your soul happy. The refreshing one.
While most people are jogging, I’m writing a short story for my school magazine. I’ve always find it soothing to write at this time of the day so here I’m sitting on my favorite bench and thinking about good ideas.
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While going back to my home, I saw him talking to that tree. I always had this feeling that Mr. Antonio and this old tree shares an uncanny resemblance. Both were old, alone and mysterious.
“Mr. Antonio! Why are you talking to a tree?”
“Does that concern you?”
“No”
“Then go away!”
“I shouldn’t have asked him in the first place” I thought to myself as my face turns red with embarrassment.
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I turn around and start walking away when I heard him whispering some weird words. I stop at a distance and try to listen keenly but i couldn’t understand a word he murmured.
To my surprise, a door appeared out of nowhere after he stopped whispering. I felt like I’m living a dream and If i ain’t witnessing it all by myself, i would have never believed this.
” I always knew he had some kind of magical power!” i thought to myself.
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Mr. Antonio lives in my neighborhood. He seems to be quite eccentric and I’ve never seen him talking to anyone except that tree. He usually prefers to live in his own little world.
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He enter that door and magically disappear within seconds. I shouted his name but no one responsed back and I have no time to decide either to run away or check if Mr. Antonio is alright. I have no intention to chase him but out of curiosity, I followed him through that door.
I stepped inside with pounding heart. I realized that I made the right choice and forget about Mr. Antonio at all. It is a completely different world out there. People are wearing different costumes; funky, traditional and formal. Everyone around here is busy – eating and chatting.
This place has a therapeutic affect. Dim lights and slow upbeat feel-good kinda music that cheer you up are adding up to the vibe. One can never have a dull moment while being here.
I looked around and notice an empty table in the corner. I sat there and started enjoying the ambience.
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After an hour, I feel hungry and hear someone calling my name. I looked up. A tall, handsome and kinda attractive man is standing in front of me. He has the sweetest voice ever that you can’t ignore.
“Do you need any help?”
“Yeah. How can I get a coffee?”
“So, are you new here?” he smiled at me.
I remained quiet.
“Okay. So if you want to have something. You need to fill the form that is available at the counter”.
I decided to go there and see how things turn out to be.
At the counter, Mr. Antonio saw me and yelled:
“Hey, you! what are you doing here?”
I immediately ran towards the door and open it only to find out that this coffee place is hanging in the space.
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I feel terrified and want to cry out aloud. I couldn’t ask help from Mr Antonio as he’s still mad at me for following him all the way here. Again, the same kind stranger reach out to me and caressed my hair. The feeling of being stuck and staying here forever was enough to frighten me up.
That kind stranger took me to the counter himself and asked for an introduction.
“I’m….uh….Aden”
“And what do you do?”
“Umm…I study…in…8th grade”
“So young man, Aren’t you having fun here? Don’t you wanna meet some new people?”
” No. No… I want…to go back…to my home… now”. I stammered.
Then he told me that If I want to go back, I had to register myself so that the computer would be able to find my home location.
“But how does… that computer… would find… my… my home?”
“I’ll tell you if you promise to visit again soon”.
“NO… I WON’T EVER COME BACK”
I don’t know why he smiled back at me.
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I’m looking for Mr. Antonio so i can excuse for my behavior and we could go back together. But I can’t seem to find him. Maybe, he left.
It’s like my worst nightmare came true. I knew that i shouldn’t follow him but how can he go leaving me alone here?
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“Aden?”
“Yeah.”
“You can go home now.”
That kind stranger said with smiling eyes and gave me a pen.
I hugged him tightly.
I ran towards the door as I couldn’t take the risk of staying here any longer.
I waved at him and stepped out of that door and entered my world.
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Before running to my home, I looked back at the tree and I found no sign of that door. For a moment, i felt that i was daydreaming and there was no coffee place but the pen in my hand was telling a different story.
Later that night, I sat down to complete the story. While i was browsing through the internet, a photo grabbed my attention and my heart skipped a beat. He was a famous writer who has more than 100 published book and guess what, he was the same kind stranger.
Damn!!!
Before going to bed, I knew I would go again there to meet him.
But when.
This is yet to be decided!
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