The man who wears a blue gown"Whata good day. I'm full of pleasure. Is this from my honey?", said the man.
By : Oka Rodi Putra
There was a gloomy day. The wind was found its rythm. There was no clear rain, but dots of slight drizzle were seen. One old-fashioned man sat on the corner of the street. He was sad. He felt broken. Like a crumpled paper, he whose heart was perfectly blue. It has been occured when he fell down after receiving a bottle of pleasant champagne. He was really happy to have that lovely branded beverage. He drank it satisfactorily until he found something strange on it.
Then, there was a piece of blue clothe. The man then broke the bottle whenever he blooded quite little because of the hitting of its part of sharp skin.
"Ouchhh!!!"
The piece of small blue clothe that was found as a torn gown appeared. Surprisingly, it covered a piece of lovely soft blue paper inside. The man was really curious about it. He grasped it and read it seriously. What was next? His heart was unconditionally turned into blue, like a blue thing he took of. Like billion of pebbles, it is thown away by. He was really sick of the girl, a young girl whom the man adored, is come unexpectedly into the handwriting letter. How come if it was not poured down into sadness whenever what preceded onto blue letter was piece of writing overwhelming of words made in knives."I'm dying, I'm flying. I need fresh water or something plain but liquid."
That was the man, the man who is now wearing soft blue gown. He always sits on
the corner of the street-seat and think of the girl who never comes to him after the
hard situation.
_ THE END_
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