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Saturday, October 25, 2008
Footprints
Hello, this is a story I came out on my own.. Read and do give your comments and feelings about it.. Thanks!!
Once again stepping out from the corner room of the hotel by the red district, Lisa, 23, a beautiful lady, a body shape, a face any girl every dreamt of becoming, has been walking out of the same cream colored door, on the same cherry colored carpet, in the same checked lift yet with a different guy for the past 7 years.
“Hey! How did it go today?" an abrupt interruption from the same receptionist who looks as thought she has never budge an inch from where she is for the past 7 years.
“Hope to try you out again,” the man stared into her Lisa’s eye, flirting with her.
Lisa’s eyes looked down onto the floor, knowing that her next time will be with another guy. She attempted to avoid the guy by pacing up, yet the guy grabbed hold of her hand, insisting on giving her a ride back..
Lisa sat on the front seat, her head leaning on the window of the black Porsche. Lights from each passing street lamp shone on her face, revealing her beauty, so was her tiredness.
The car stopped in front of some worn down building, in the poorest region of town, an unfitting sighting of such a grand, luxurious car. The man gave Lisa a peck on the cheek and said goodbye. She stepped into the lift slowly leaning herself against the corner of it and tears started rowing down from her eyes.
Lisa stepped out of the lift and stepped in front of her apartment,
#11-11
Home Sweet Home
she wiped her tears and opened the door.
“Mummy!” a young boy came running towards the door where she stood, her son who she gave birth to on her first pregnancy, 7 years ago.
“It’s 11.11pm and I made a wish that mummy will be back and mummy did!” looking into Lisa’s eyes with an innocent look any 7 year-old would have.
She looked into his eyes with him in her embrace, “Yes! Mummy is back!”
She started to weep, and that night passed along with their tears….
note; is copyrighted by me, so no one is allowed to re-post this story without my permission, thanks..
Once again stepping out from the corner room of the hotel by the red district, Lisa, 23, a beautiful lady, a body shape, a face any girl every dreamt of becoming, has been walking out of the same cream colored door, on the same cherry colored carpet, in the same checked lift yet with a different guy for the past 7 years.
“Hey! How did it go today?" an abrupt interruption from the same receptionist who looks as thought she has never budge an inch from where she is for the past 7 years.
“Hope to try you out again,” the man stared into her Lisa’s eye, flirting with her.
Lisa’s eyes looked down onto the floor, knowing that her next time will be with another guy. She attempted to avoid the guy by pacing up, yet the guy grabbed hold of her hand, insisting on giving her a ride back..
Lisa sat on the front seat, her head leaning on the window of the black Porsche. Lights from each passing street lamp shone on her face, revealing her beauty, so was her tiredness.
The car stopped in front of some worn down building, in the poorest region of town, an unfitting sighting of such a grand, luxurious car. The man gave Lisa a peck on the cheek and said goodbye. She stepped into the lift slowly leaning herself against the corner of it and tears started rowing down from her eyes.
Lisa stepped out of the lift and stepped in front of her apartment,
#11-11
Home Sweet Home
she wiped her tears and opened the door.
“Mummy!” a young boy came running towards the door where she stood, her son who she gave birth to on her first pregnancy, 7 years ago.
“It’s 11.11pm and I made a wish that mummy will be back and mummy did!” looking into Lisa’s eyes with an innocent look any 7 year-old would have.
She looked into his eyes with him in her embrace, “Yes! Mummy is back!”
She started to weep, and that night passed along with their tears….
note; is copyrighted by me, so no one is allowed to re-post this story without my permission, thanks..
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