Sunday, 26 April 2009


Last Sunday, I was sitting in front of my computer trying to think about a story to tell you. After some minutes, something came to my mind. It was like a brainstorming of ideas connecting events and feelings. Now, you are entering into this world of emotions. This story is called, Rememberings.
Sharon, a skinny twenty-five-year-old girl who was a solitary person lived in a one-storey house which belonged to her grandmother. Sharon always remembered her granny´s caresses and kindliness as if she was in the house.
It was spring time and there were groves of orange trees all around where Sharon would spend the morning hours. The orange blossom fragance surrounded her in a confortable atmosphere. She always went to that place with some old newspaper cuttings from the 1940s. She enjoyed looking at them, because there were photos of her grandmother who had been a ssuccessful dancer and had died of a heart attack the year before. They used to share feelings and many anecdotes about dancing under the orange trees. In those days, she could sense the mystery that the greenish forest had.
Though winter would come one day and Sharon would be sad, spring would come afterwards, and she´d be just sitting under the orange trees again.
It is really important your opinion about this sweet story. What were your feelings when you were reading it?

Miss Squirrel

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