Throwing away the bad, keeping the good and trying to put end to all the madness without losing my mind.

Há quanto tempo eu não posto uma short-story ? Vai fazer um ano em junho.

Vamos a uma short ? Bora, lá.







"What you doing?" Asked a cheerful and upbeat male voice from behind

She took her time trying to answer because what she was realy doing was floating off into her far away fairytale, the one she always went to when she was eager and scared at the same time.

"Just day dreaming" She said with a smirk.

He sat on the park bench next to her and gazed off to the lake and the ducks swimming happily around.

It was a cool summer afternoon and her hair was tired up in a neat ponytail and she was wearing her little summer dress and flipflops that were tucked under the bench seeing that her feet were playing in the dust.

"You think too much" He announced still watching ducks

"No, I just keep it all inside for too long" She answered, this time making eye contact.

"But you´re ok, right?"

"I always am" She responded between a rye smile, one that he truely believed in.

Silence came too quickley and stood between them too confortably.

She took a breath in and he threw a rock at the water.

"You know, that lake will never be same because of the rock I threw"

"And...." She urged for him to continue

"You have a new rock in you" He announced as he found another pebble to throw.

She pretended not to listen because as far as she knew she was fine.

"The lake ends up acceppting the new rock and slime and fish make the most of it." He ranted in the hope of making her listen and not just hear.

"I know, but for now let me watch the ducks and believe I´ll be better. Just give me some time."