She bought a newspaper from a stall and hired a chair while waiting for a 57 tram heading towards West Maribyrnong. She began to read the paper. There was a museum to unveil treasures from King Tut’s tomb, the newspaper headlined. She was skeptical. The idea seems wrong in her opinion.
An old lady in a tight-fitting suit walked by, looking hard at her. Her look was so fragile at the moment, with a cherry cake in her right hand.
“May I sit here?”
“Oh please!”
Silence hit the note.
“Would you like some of my cheery cake?”
“Oh no, thank you. I’ve eaten my lunch just now. Thanks”.
Once beyond the tram stop, she felt a stiff breeze. She put the newspaper aside. Where’s the tram? The road was surprisingly rough, and the stout little bicycle in front of her lifted high on the road.
“What are you thinking dear?”
“Oh, nothing in particular.”
“Are you sure you don’t want my cherry cake? Not even a bite?”
That’s so strange. She thought.
“Nah, I’m fine. Thanks”
“You remind me of my daughter. She loves cherry cake though.”
Then the tram arrived in time. She climb up the stairs and off she go. Clearing her mind, she began thinking about the old lady she just met. She was eaten with curiosity about her. Who was she? Where was she from? It was rather exciting.
Until they meet again. God’s will :)
2 says:
a good post though.been missing your masterpieces.
amir!! i tot no one's gonna read my blog anymore. thank you for staying :)
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