5pm Friday
“I just enjoy the tapping motion and the sound of it” she said.
“Ok.” I nodded with the smallest motion, which hardly noticeable.
“I am upset.” she murmured, while she putting her arm over herself, like a invitation to hug her, as she seems becoming smaller and smaller…
but I didn’t hug her, I didn’t even move.
She stare on one side into the air and said nothing again. a while later , she start typing on her keyboard again.
“what are you writing” I asked, routinely.
Well, just whatever came to my mind
“Interesting.”
“Not really, most of the time they are sad and … depress.” she keep getting smaller while she answered.
“It doesn’t matter, most of the great movies feel like that.”
“Really ?” Her eyes lit up and surprised with a huge smile.
“I feel that way too, all the time. Sometimes I think it might be a treasure that we had, like we are running a store of sadness and people can related to difference type of them.”
“Well” she sink again, “no one will be staying in this store for long though”
I look into the air like she did just now, empty and silent.
“No, people don’t. even myself, trying to get out from it all the time.”
Our eyes met and we smiled.
END.
Note: I am trying to write short or long stories on here, mostly for self entertaining, and yet, I still trying to connect and be seem. It is 5pm on a Friday and start writing my first short story.