“He stood at the window staring at the rays dancing on wet leaves of the tree of the light. His lips played with a smile as if the dancing light made him happy. He loved it but he would have loved everything or everyone at that moment.

He got the job. He went to the institute that morning and he was told he could start the next Monday. He could hardly stop himself from jumping into the air and shouting ‘Wow, that is it!’ The moment he had been waiting for for so many months had come at last. His first thought was that he had deserved it and the second that he had got rid of his past and no-passing memory of her.

She, yes, … she is the past, too. The pain appearing in his chest at thinking of her had melted away and she would never come back to haunt him in his dreams during lonely dark nights. And he could remember their last meeting in that restaurant where she invited him for a lunch. He entered the room unsuspectingly and after a brief hour he left without any hope for the future. She gave him back the wedding ring and his heart. Her manner was cool and sober. She began immediately with what she wanted to tell him. It happened as quickly as the storm on a hot summer day which did harm rather than gave life-giving water to nature.

He hopelessly lived his life that was equal to the nothing. He had lost his job and he felt she had given the last kick to his weakening self-respect. Months went, passed away. He wanted to runaway from himself. He felt sorry for himself. He was to become a ‘lonely wolf’ but he was rescued against his will. One day his friend dropped in and took him for a trip. They talked through that day and the next ones. It helped. He applied for the job at that institute and got it. What else did he need for a brand new start?

He turned back leaving the prospect of the sun setting. As he passed by the radio to the kitchen he switched it on. ‘I will survive’ the singer sang. ‘Yes’, he thought, he had, at least, survived. He now had a future to look forward to.”

written by me 🙂 in 1993 or 1994 as an English homework.

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