niedziela, 15 lutego 2015

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Witojcie!


Mam dzisiaj dla was opowiadanko, które zostało docenione w konkursie We Are Writers in English i zostało wydrukowane w książeczce, która potem do mnie dotrze. Z góry mówię, że jest w języku angielskim. Miłego czytania, albo raczej... Enjoy!


Do you know how it is when you see something that makes your outlook on life go upside-down and boosts your heartbeat so much you think you’ll fly away like on Red Bull ads? That’s how I felt when I saw her.

It was a cloudy day. I was coming back home from school, lost in thoughts as usual. My neighbourhood is  a calm and friendly area with everyone knowing each other. There is quite a rotation of people, though. Some families move out while others take their place. Still, every new face is always warmly welcome.

That day I saw someone moving in a few houses away from my place. I remember a fancy car on the drive, making me curious who the newcomers were. One part of me was saying “It’s none of your business. Go home!” while  the other one was encouraging “What if they are fun people? What if they have kids around your age?”. My imagination got stirred. “Hm… A girl my age living close to my place… Just look at that car. They are obviously rich, so their daughter must be well-tended. I won’t know if I don’t check”, I said and approached the house. Not brave enough to ring the bell, I started walking around the place, trying to find some hints to prove my presumptions. I was creeping around, trying to spy on those innocent people. “What am I doing …?” I whispered but continued my small “investigation”.  I noticed an open window at the back, took a quick look inside and realized that was the kitchen. I looked around, making sure it would be safe enough to come closer. I took another look and got stunned. There she was, sitting on the worktop with her legs crossed, staring at me as if expecting I’d come. I could sense her smell from the distance. It was so tempting       I didn’t even notice when I jumped inside, approaching her as if spellbound, not able to resist. I could see her moving her finger seductively, asking to get closer. I approached her neck with my lips, hearing her breath and my heartbeat. Her aroma was so intense I couldn’t hold myself anymore. I bit her, closing my eyes with delight.


Then, I heard a fragile voice from behind. “Um… I’m sorry, but that’s my dinner…” I jumped, realizing I’d just taken a bite of a porkchop. So, these were only hallucinations caused by not having eaten anything since morning… Turning my head, I saw a thin long-haired  girl. Too ashamed to take a closer look, I jumped out through the window like a wild cat. I hadn’t realized a human can move that fast. I rushed to my room without even taking my shoes off. So I got into a passionate romance with a roast porkchop that day! How embarrassing! Surprisingly, the girl that saw me didn’t call the police. She even wanted to get to know me better. We’ve arranged to meet  tomorrow…

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