Note to everyone who’s interested

To accommodate for my need of inane chatter, I made myself an even less relevant blog. Some of you might be interested, so I put the link here. You can, for instance, read about my adventures in the land of Britain from there. *thumbs up*

And I’m going to write something and put it here soon enough. Promise!

Ready, set, go!

So, I decided I need a writing blog and here we are. This shall be my “look at what I wrote!” blog, so if something like that doesn’t interest you, feel free to ignore the existence of it in all its irrelevancy.

Seeing as how this is a writing blog, and I sort of intend to keep it as such. I am adding the first very short story to my first post. Y’know, as a sample. It’s very short, and works like a snapshot to a larger story that will be left untold. I rather like writing those, so expect to see a lot of them.

Bird Talk

Fandom: Original | Rating: G | Genre: irrelevant

An old man sat on a bench. It was a lovely Tuesday afternoon in the park: it was sunny, but not too hot. The park was rather large and very popular among the local people, but there weren’t many people about at this particular time of the day. That was exactly why the old man had chose this time to meet with a friend. He loved the park, but he didn’t care for noises much. His ears were old and not as good anymore, and he found it was rather difficult to concentrate with much people chattering around him. He also couldn’t hear crickets anymore, which made him rather sad. He could still hear birds, though, which was more important, anyway.

As he was sitting on the bench, leaning his wrinkled, sturdy hands to the old cane his father had used before him, his friend finally arrived. The old man grinned at the friend. Unlike some of his old friends, he still had all of his teeth left. ”I thought you’d forgotten about our meeting again. Not that I could complain, anyway. I think I might’ve gone rather senile myself, so who knows when I forget to show up? Don’t worry about it. I’m glad you came, though. Please, sit down here.” The man patted the bench beside him, and his friend took the chance to claim this spot as theirs.

”How has your morning been?” the man asked. ”Mine was rather chaotic, to be frank. Cecily – you remember Cecily, right? My granddaughter? I’m sure I’ve mentioned her before – had lost her assignment, the one she has been working on for several weeks now, and she was very upset about that. She wouldn’t stop screaming about it. She was blaming her younger brother – Ed, I’m sure I’ve mentioned him before – for hiding it because of some fight they had had over which TV channel to watch last night. I don’t really understand their obsession with television, I personally find radio programmes much more entertaining. They have more suspense, don’t you agree? Oh, sorry, I tend to forget you don’t listen to radio. Anyway, after much yelling and screaming, my daughter-in-law found the assignment under the sofa in the living room. Cecily had actually lost it herself, so poor Ed was blamed over nothing… Of course, they’re good kids, so they both apologised. At that point they were already late for school, and my son left to drive them. He was unnecessarily angry, I think, it wasn’t the kids’ fault that it turned out like it did. It’s only natural to be upset about something like that, no?”

There was a brief silence as both the old man and his friend watched a young woman with a baby carriage walk past them, reading a book while she walked.

When she was gone, the old man sighed. ”You know, I remember when my son was of the age to be pushed around in a carriage like that. And now, both of his children are way too old for that already… Time passes so fast, it almost makes me feel silly. Everything changes constantly, and there’s only one way time can pass. Sometimes I miss my youth, but in the end, I think things are better now. You can’t really compare, but I think Cecily and Ed are going to get a much better childhood than I did. The world isn’t what it used to be, you know. Sometimes I just feel it’s hard to keep up.” The man looked at his friend. ”That reminds me! We are going to fly to some southern land, my son’s family and I. They decided to take me with them, because I’ve never been abroad. I’m very excited about that. Maybe you’ve flown somewhere like there, too? I can’t remember what the place was called, but it sounded like a pleasant place. I think we’re going next month. I’ll tell you when I know more.”

The man stood up and touched the rim of his hat in a very polite manner. ”I must go now so as not to worry anyone back home. They worry if I spend too much time about the town by myself. Silly of them, but I guess that’s just one form of showing they care about me, so I won’t complain.” He sighed. ”The world just keeps changing, doesn’t it… Flying to a southern country! The things you get to do when you live to be old, eh? Well, I’m just happy I can trust some things to stay as they are, like the silence of this park, or like you.” He smiled a warm, honest smile. ”So, same time tomorrow, no? See you then!” He walked off, a bit slowly with his bad hip, but still with much joy and confidence.

When he was no longer in sight, the old pigeon on the bench tilted its head. It spread its wings and flew away, slowly gliding through the air.

P.S. If someone can tell me how to work the “read more” thingy, I’d appreciate that. Also, commenting is much appreciated. You can comment anonymously, too.