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#Writcoshortstory. #Thestreetonce
#Covid-19effect
Restlessly she set on her bed, after a long day out. Looking out the window she could see the familiar street that she had walked a thousand times. The light from the setting sun made everything look Orange. The wood benches place on the street looks warm and inviting. As she blankly keeps looking at the wooden bench, she recalls the day she seat on that hardwood and thought of the day how the streets will appear if they were to be empty.
Looking out of the window, she thought
"A year ago walking down the street I seat on those benches and thought of how the street will appear with no one around, not even stray cats and dogs. Will the street still looks lovely and warm. Will the kids be running around with no care and their shout's echoing along with the breeze. Will my old bench friends be here sharing and enjoying the same view as long as the benches remain. I thought as I smiled at my old bench friends. I recall all big, small, tall and short beings walking the streets, calling out common names and saying common wishes. I seat there observing the view till the sun disappeared into the west. Walking back home I turn and gave a last glance before I walk in and close my day."
As she seat ruminating on the streets that were once pleasant and welcoming, which is now still and tranquil and at the same time isolated. She heard a thud on her door and a small head peep through the door. "Sis dinner is ready. Mom asked me to call you" Cellin, her small sister came calling.
Giving a nod and saying that she will be there in a minute she gave a last glance at the familiar street, closing the window she got up from her bed and walk out of her room still thinking of the warm orange benches and her moment seating on it.
© Gracelin-tase
#Covid-19effect
Restlessly she set on her bed, after a long day out. Looking out the window she could see the familiar street that she had walked a thousand times. The light from the setting sun made everything look Orange. The wood benches place on the street looks warm and inviting. As she blankly keeps looking at the wooden bench, she recalls the day she seat on that hardwood and thought of the day how the streets will appear if they were to be empty.
Looking out of the window, she thought
"A year ago walking down the street I seat on those benches and thought of how the street will appear with no one around, not even stray cats and dogs. Will the street still looks lovely and warm. Will the kids be running around with no care and their shout's echoing along with the breeze. Will my old bench friends be here sharing and enjoying the same view as long as the benches remain. I thought as I smiled at my old bench friends. I recall all big, small, tall and short beings walking the streets, calling out common names and saying common wishes. I seat there observing the view till the sun disappeared into the west. Walking back home I turn and gave a last glance before I walk in and close my day."
As she seat ruminating on the streets that were once pleasant and welcoming, which is now still and tranquil and at the same time isolated. She heard a thud on her door and a small head peep through the door. "Sis dinner is ready. Mom asked me to call you" Cellin, her small sister came calling.
Giving a nod and saying that she will be there in a minute she gave a last glance at the familiar street, closing the window she got up from her bed and walk out of her room still thinking of the warm orange benches and her moment seating on it.
© Gracelin-tase
