El Viajero

“I once dreamt to reach the unreachable, but I didn’t expect that dreams are the most reachable.” – Ansel From north to south. From east to west. Ansel traveled the world in a loop. He sees the unimaginable in his dreams. He sometimes wishes that the clouds would knock on the window in his class’ and take him to the farthest mountains, away from everything. They are not rich. They only own a small amount of land that his mother put all her strength to pay for, in a few pennies she earns. As the time goes by, he learns that life outside the dreamland is impossible! He wishes to never wake up in one of the best dreams he ever had. Life in there gets too satisfying that he thought of never coming back.

CrocusMist · Fantaisie

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Chapter 17: Red

I walked in the middle of the night, the muted howls of dogs from the distant houses made the night colder. My senses are sharp as I watch my feet squish the wet sidewalk.

The drizzles continue to fall, slightly wetting my face. I turn my head every now and then whenever I hear a sound, my feet rooted and in a stance I did not know I could do.

I heard crickets and a small coo of an owl, indicating that I am near the place I have to be.

I exhaled a breath, immediately turning into a cold air of carbon dioxide. When I reached the park, I smelt the distinctive smell of grass and rust. The swing nearby moved with the wind. It is a creepy view, a grassland with old and rusty swings, slides and monkey bars.

This park has been here ever since I can remember. I could not remember its glory days for I did not see it as lively and as popular unlike the newly established one, next to a day care.

"Rafa." I whispered in the air.

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