22.04.1983A Story by Aehr“How was your Biology test?” Josephine asked me, sipping her apple juice with her straight red hair gently kept on her shoulders. “Great! It was easy.” I said throwing my empty soda can in the waste bin. Just then, on the beautifully yellow painted wall of the canteen, I saw a shadow. It was the shadow of a girl, staring at a flower in her hand, and a little creature sitting below, with his tail wagging wildly. I looked at the window behind our table and there I saw a little girl. She had a marigold flower in her hand. She had pretty golden and curly hair with the rich and brilliant colour of sunshine. She was wearing an orange, flowing dress with a red apron tied on to it. She was a girl of maybe 5 or 6 and was playing with her dog she kept on calling Noodles. “How sweet!” I exclaimed and looked towards Josephine. I asked her to look outside and see the girl, but when we looked again, we saw no one out there. No person, no sound, in short " nothing. “Nice meadow…. Is that what I should be looking at?” Josephine replied rather sarcastically. I said nothing and continued staring at the grass. All I could see there was the marigold flower thrown on the green grass and stepped on. When no one noticed That day while going home, I met an old lady who used to live in our locality long time ago and was said to be lost with her grandson. I did not really know her but I did feel pity for her. She was in a way bad state than in what I had heard about her. She was thinner and hungrier. Her eyes were red and sore with crying. Her wrinkles had increased more than before. I knew that she was a poor lady. So I took her home, gave her some money and told her to wait while I got some food. But when I came out, I didn’t see anyone. So I went back. Just then a message came to mobile saying… Janice!!! I’ve got news for our school
article. Meet me outside the I grabbed my cell and
crossed the road, then left, and in a narrow lane, the City Cathedral stood. I
saw Josephine waving at me near the church, now grinning. “Hey look at this!”
she said running towards me as she took out an old tattered diary from her
pocket. “See” She said. I looked at it carefully, and then the diary fell down. A certain page opened up, as I picked it up. I read it and it thrilled me. “ 22.04.1983 Dear diary, Noodles is going completely
crazy now-a-days. He dosen’t seem to keep very well. Grandma has wandered off
with Sam my little cousin in her apron, again. Well, I’m going to buy eggs. I’m
baking a cake with mom!!! Bye.”
1983? Noodles? Apron? Grandma? Sam? People whom I saw!!! From 1983? How? Questions began to crowd my head. “These people died on 22nd April’1983. And they are believed to come back on every 22nd April, every year to be seen by a particular person and to make them believe that ghosts exist. Some old stupid story, I believe. But this is perfect for our article!” Josephine said smiling. My eyes were widely open and they didn’t seem to close shut, no matter how much I tried. Somehow, out of my speechlessness, I asked her “Josephine, what’s the date today?” “Oh, the 22nd of April!” she replied casually, not noticing anything. Nor my expression, nor the story. I was astonished for sure, yes I was. © 2012 AehrReviews
|
Stats
181 Views
3 Reviews Added on June 6, 2012 Last Updated on June 6, 2012 AuthorAehrAspiring for fearlessnessAboutTrying to keep my words alive. Find me on Instagram: aehr_x more..Writing
|