Hey guys this is one of many short stories that i´ve written, i want to make clear that this story doesnt have anything to do with the author´s life so please dont judge the author but the characters, i hope you analyze it and enjoy it.



Today i sat next to a religious young girl in a bus and i felt that her body claimed for the skin of a man.if you asked me why i chose that seat, i must tell you i dont know. if you asked me her name i can´t tell you, i just know she tried to seem peaceful with herself and the world but her breath told, her wish for freedom.

The smell of roses coming from her was inevitable, she gazed at me and in a sudden i felt like everything went dark, gloom took over the bus and her blue eyes showed glory and distinction to my mind. the beauty on her took me to a lost paradise. i couldnt believe what i was thinking and i wondered if she might have been thinking the same as me, maybe she could teach me about god but i could teach her about what i felt she needed, a man to take her to the sky and make her scream of pleasure.

The loud cry of a woman in the age in which life stops giving things and starts taking away the little ones a person has brought me back to the bus and took me to my childhood memories 15 years ago when my neighbors made loud noise at night based on the fact we lived in the countryside, they didnt allow anyone to sleep until 4 a.m. I was a child and i continuously asked my mom if they were ill to what she´d reply with a soft smile and no words. This woman cried because her brother had been killed with his own gun for no reason by his wife, who belonged to a religious group of terrorists, she explained.

I said to myself that the crying woman looked familiar.Was her loud cry a coded message for what was coming in my life? Maybe a deja vu?, i didnt have a gun but once, i had thought of buying one. The slight possibility of a relation between all these facts terrified me and the noise of a paddle ball belonging to a little girl made things worse. i would have liked to ask so many things to this woman but finding out about my future was gristly.

The young religious girl sat still and straight. The desire of touching her beautiful hair as black as night which i barely saw reminded me of the high mountains in the north of this country, i dont know why. her skin more nearly white than milk brought blured momeries to my mind like that of a dictator. i was so bewildered when cowardice took the place of bravery. the young religious girl had analyzed my gestures and movements while i was far way thinking of her, when i had her so close to me. then she laughed and suddenly stood up, that was her bus stop. she walked to the exit door and from the distance i could hear tomorrow same time, same bus.