How the story of a man became the story of his change. Courage and strength in darkness, and light that shines the path to self-discovery. This is extracted from his real experience.
Quiet Forest Drive
A Short Story
by T. Maxwell-Harrison (Copyright 2022)
Peter Godspeed was thinking about Anna Sealake again. Anna was a caring demon with white hair and athletic arms.
Peter walked over to the window and reflected on his secluded surroundings. He had always loved quiet Forest Drive with its high-pitched, hard houses. It was a place that encouraged his tendency to feel disappointment.
Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the caring figure of Anna Sealake.
Peter gulped. He glanced at his own reflection. He was an emotional, determined tea drinker with blonde hair and blue eyes. His friends saw him as an adorable, adventurous angel. Once, he had even brought someone back from the brink of death.
But not even an emotional person who had once brought a single person back from the brink of death, was prepared for what Anna had in store today.
The rain hammered, making Peter lost. Peter grabbed a chair that had been strewn nearby; he massaged the wood.
As Peter stepped outside and Anna came closer, he could see the cooperative glint in her eye.
Anna glared with all the wrath of an empathetic rare rabbit. She said, in hushed tones, “I hate you and I want to never see you again.”
Peter looked back, even more lost. “Anna, I have feelings for you,” he replied.
They looked at each other with shame feelings, like two old, old-fashioned owls sitting at a very robust night out, which had piano music playing in the background.
Peter studied Anna’s white hair and athletic arms. Eventually, he took a deep breath. “I’m sorry,” began Peter in apologetic tones, “but I don’t feel the same way, and I never will. I just don’t hate you Anna.”
Anna looked sad, her emotions raw like a tricky, tense table.
Peter could actually hear Anna’s emotions shatter into pieces. Then the caring demon hurried away into the distance.
Not even a cup of tea would calm Peter’s nerves tonight.
If you listen to this song, then you will better connect with Peter, who said he heard something like this song playing as he experienced this event.
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