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This is a short story my babe wrote for a school project, it hasn't been edited by me, so the spelling/grammar may be a bit off.



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Whilst gently rocking myself on the swings at an empty park, I heard a sound in the distance, an ice cream van tune signalling it is near.

I’m suddenly getting flashbacks of when we were all young in the summer days, racing and laughing around everywhere. All of us kids in comfortable shorts and trainers, we would run up to our mothers and ask for a pound coin just as the ice cream truck approached, this would go on all day.

The golden sun shimmering on our arms and legs.

Suddenly I awoke from the flashbacks and away from the golden warmth of the sun but back to the icy wind of winter.

I can still hear the ice cream vans call, not a loud cheery tune but a slow haunting tune. I can now see it appear in the distance slowly being driven towards me. It stops now in clear view. It’s not brightly coloured, but plain white and grey with an eerie glow around its edges.

I’m isolated with the vision of the truck parked in front of me. The ghostly music slowing down to a stop. Silence.

I stare at it, I rise from the seat of the swing, petrified, my feet glued to the floor. Goose bumps creeping onto my skin. I look into the window of the truck but there is no one there. My fears are confirmed.

Suddenly, from behind me I can hear my mother calling. As I turn my head to reply I feel a warm breeze gentle on my cheek as if from days of old. I could feel myself wanting to ask my mother for a pound coin just like I use to. But looking back round I realise I’m alone only to feel the gush of cold wind returning to my face.



by Dominique Lawrence

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Cheetahcry
00:13 Jun 24 2009

All LI can say is WOW.... she has a talent for writing.

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CarnelianMyst
01:01 Jun 24 2009

That is quite good..and it just occurred to me, her name sounds like that of a novelist!

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TheeLadyHawk
04:37 Jun 24 2009

Very nice babe!

Please send her my love.........she is so talented!!

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Sinora
08:56 Jun 24 2009

Fathers pride...rocks *smiles*.

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Theban
16:23 Jun 26 2009

And also a sign of her losing the innocence of her childhood..Great reflective story

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Why are we always saying goodbye?

Why does it seem an eternity to the next ‘hi’?

Why can’t ‘see you later’ mean just that?

Is that what our time is valued at?

Only in dreams do I wake in the morning,

Your sleepy head beside me, adoring.

Everyday without you is another day lost,

I’ll leave that with you to count the cost!

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Sinora
11:41 Jun 13 2009

Sweet.

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