E n d i n g s
By «im Uhr
She sat
alone in the gazebo.
The
wind blew her hair. But there was no one there to see the rumpled mess it was
becoming. She didn’t try to brush it, for she had no brush even if she wanted
to. The wind blew hair into her eyes, causing tears. But there was no one there
to wipe them.
She starred
off into nothingness, for there was no one else to look at.
She was
alone.
A cold
breeze blew past her. The weather was changing. Summer was ending. Autumn was
creeping in, like a thief in the night. One day it was summer, but sometime in
the middle of the night, while no one was watching, the leaves started to turn,
birds got ready for their long flights, and cool breezes sunk up on you. Now at
night it was wise to carry a jacket, an extra layer of protection.
Autumn
brought many things to an end; Ice cream, Baseball, Swimming, Walks in the
park, Bike riding, and Love affairs…
She didn’t
need to know reasons. Things ended. Autumn came. Winter would soon follow. It’s
just they way things were.
She wiped a
final teardrop from her eye and headed home alone. Before winter came.
The end.
