My story - Short Story
[My story – A Short Story]
I once had a friend, a close friend ,I took him where he wanted to go, once he said “to the depths of the sea”, and there I took him, he told me “to the skies up above” , even there , “from the highest mountain top ,I want to see the world” .I showed him, he wasn’t pleased, “higher!” he demanded .I took him where he stood king of all mountains , seeing all mountains on the face of the earth, he turned to me saying “now the deepest valley” I showed him ,he saw them all.
He wanted to hear the flap of a butterfly’s wings ,I told him to listen,” I want to understand what I hear In the ocean’s voice” ,I told him to be quite .He wanted to listen to the wind and hear it’s story, I told him to lend it his earn .He looked at me saying “I want to hear what the crickets say at night, the frogs and such things”, he heard them all.
“Let me smell fresh morning flowers or the Scent of the sweetest one, all to my heart’s content”, I told him to take a deep breath, well satisfied .He turned to me again and said “if possible let touch all the biggest gold pieces and diamonds in the world” , I told he to stretch out his hands.
“But wait a minute , all this time I’ve been asking for such things to see ,to touch ,to smell, to hear, but I forgot one thing, let me see you ,I have never seen you”. I said to him “All these things I’ve shown you, yet you ask to see me, you didn’t see me yet ,did you? I turned to him ,he saw not, smelt not, touched not….never again.
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