Jared ran through the station and barely caught the last train. Jared sat beside an older woman who stared out of the window. "You look just like my son," she said turning to him her eyes filled with memories. He listened for the whole ride to her tales by the time they reached the last stop, he had a second mother.
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Nasser Mahmoud
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Explorations on a Windy Day
The wind whistled across the nearby field, blowing against each blade of grass and forcing them into a polite bow while it listlessly blew through the deep green forest, rustling the leaves on the trees half-heartedly. It whirled in a cascade of mist over the blue and white flowers that bloomed in the bed of the diminutive brook far beneath as it tumbled high into the air and wreathed itself around a fall on the further side of the meadow. Then, with a frightful groan, it flung itself into a tunnel high up on the slope. But this restless wind soon wearied even of such trifling sports, and moaned sullenly as it flung itself over the edge of a steep cliff. Nothing was to be done, and worse still, nothing was to grace it.
By Nasser Mahmoudabout a year ago in Fiction
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Aww! Heartwarming story Naseer. The last line " he had a second mother" has made me feel happy :)