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Fiction: Silence

Fiction
Silence

     "Tonight, I'll be with you, I'll smile with you, I'll walk out that long distance with you though you're far from me, it will seem as if we are near. Shall we?"
"Yes, Dear, we can".
They were at different locations but they decided to take a walk through the night.

Tony went to the tree near his stay and looked at the star from the sky afar, he smiled at himself and fold her hands around his body. The heat was freezing. Heat freezing? The solitude this night is of rest of chirps and ease of seconds and minute drop of the Brook, he could hear the farther crackling of the frog, toad, he doesn't really know. He only hope she's doing the same; enjoying a happy time with the breeze he doesn't know where they come or wave from. He smiled at himself and soak his emotions to the blowing breeze of the night, while facing the starry stars and inky sky. His emotions burn and he laid on the tree, focusing on the best and brilliant glimmering and shimmering sparkles from above him.

Jessy was wandering in the village side she chose to go from her house that night. She dripped her legs into the cold river and heard ton, ton, ton, ton; the drips of water in the river. Her heart melt in the cold ice as if it were rain fall. The cluttered cloud looked at her and send mist, mist or dew, or foggy drops...? She doesn't really know. She loved every bit of it. She wanted to scream 'oh, I enjoy this cool warmth in burning cold". Burning cold? Yes, the cold burns her body down to her sixth organ, the sensations sent from the little crawl like of the river to her light skin was... How haven!?
She exclaimed inside of her and swallowed it.
She looked up and saw the stars, she traced them down and saw them spill on the river like balloons and kites in the air during Christmas. She smiled and threw her hands up in the air as she feel the warmth of the gentle cold night.

Her phone beeped, "I hope you enjoyed it like I did"
"Tony, you're just amazing. This emotions can be felt even if you type them and share it with me."
"It is beat felt than imagined. The serene and the slow instrumental from my phone was a great deal while I was enjoying."
"The sound of resting nature was the best in such night, such nights, such night. Like this"

Akinwale Peace Akindayo
Philip Peace

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