no start and no no end, make up the blank places yourself...
The girl closed the door behind her.
her room, the last time she would have spend the night in her own room.
she put off the light in the bathroom, and went downstairs. so quite...
she went to the kitchen, to the backdoor, walked slowly trough the garden to get her bike.
she took the bike back inside, trough the kitchen, trough the hallway to the frontdoor.
took her bike outside. went back inside to lock the backdoor, 1 window in the livingroom and put the lights off.
back at the frontdoor she turned around to take a last look at her street. the last time she would see this... the last time.
it made her happy, the street was ugly, and now it was winter even more ugly then before.
she wouldn't see NR 11's annoying car anymore... or the aw full kids of NR 13...
she was happy to get outta here.
she locked the door, and throw the keys in the front garden, it landed between a few almost rotten leaves, which didn't got the change to rot more cause of the frost.
she grabbed her bike and went away.. the last time she would cycle outta this street.
she didnt even turned around to take a last look..
the woman from nr 16 saw a unknown girl cycle out of the street, whoever it was, she didnt bother...
it was just a girl on a bike. the lady went back inside with some bags she just took out of her car...
and the girl was gone, and nobody bothered
Subject: a short story moose wrote... 
Fri Dec 12, 2008 1:47 pm