Mike stopped in his footsteps. Right in front of a large white house that had a fence full of wildflowers. The wildflowers were climbing upwards, almost as high as twice Mike's height.
Mike took a breath, he clenched his fingers as tightly as possible. He wished he had the courage. The courage to jump across the fence. The height of the fence was as high as he hoped.
"Do I have to be like this? Be a coward?" Mike asked himself.
"No. I have to do it," he confirmed his belief.
"I can do it. I definitely can. I'm sure!"
He walked fifteen meters from where he was. He stopped right in front of the fence of the large house. However, there was no sign of him going into the house. Mike was still hesitant.
He was still there. Standing behind the fence. An hour had passed. Two hours followed. And now it had been more than three hours that he had been there. He was still there, in the rain. It was already evening.
A light emerged in the pouring rain. Breaking through the water falling from the sky, towards the fence of the big house. It was the light of a red sedan that was about to leave the yard of the house. Inside were Natasha and her daughter: Judith.
Mike quietly stepped back. He didn't want Natasha to see him. Mike crept along. Like a thief.
The red sedan passed in front of him, leaving two pairs of red lights that blurred in the foggy rain.
Mike cursed himself again. He was still a coward. Just like two years ago. He just stood in front of the fence, letting the rain devour him. In the song of dusk.
If you look at a newspaper two years ago in this city, you will find a story. It was the story of a man who died in front of a big house, right under the rain. No one knows the cause of his death. It was as if he froze, like a statue. In his hand was a bunch of flowers. Flowers of apology. Which will never arrive. Yeah, time is of the essence.
Your story really hit my heart deeply. Is it Mike's hesitation, the rain, and the tragic ending? All create a powerful sense of regret and lost time. Kudos dear friend @mosin-nagant.
Thanks. I am happy to hear that. If one were to be observant, one would know that Mike was a ghost. From the past. Who was entangled in regrets from two years ago.
Hello @mosin-nagant,
Welcome back! You return with a story that has great atmosphere and emotion. The prompt is perfectly addressed. Unfortunately, this story, at 366 words, falls well below our guidelines. In the guidelines we rrcommend that a story have between 750-1000 words. Still, you managed to have a complete arc and a sympathetic character.
We would like to note one inconsequential error (seems to be): The sedan changes from black to red.
Thank you for submitting this. We look forward to reading more of your writing.
It seems I came back in a pretty bad way. Thank you for paying attention and remembering me as a member of this community. Sorry, I wrote all those stories just a few minutes before the time ran out. This was a mistake. Time flies. I forgot one of the important rules of this community. I'll try my best. Thanks again 🙏🙏🙏