Like all the books or stories come to an end sooner or later, except for The Neverending Story, but we're not talking about her.
Fredd and Maggie are then arrived at their final chapter. This story ends and will be bound and placed in the library where someone, perhaps one day will read it for her pleasure. At least I hope so.
start, then.
Fredd was sitting on the couch watching television. It was winter and short days had just ended.
was cold outside and it had snowed the day before. A large white blanket covered the small town where he had retired in recent years. Those countries where all greet you when you cross the street, because nobody is unknown although there has been a pleasure to talk to them.
He loved this feature with a smile and greeted every person he met on his walks or when moving on foot or by bicycle to go buy a newspaper. Monday and Monday only. During the week the network was to provide news from the world and the world. Lately, in his address, however, the smile was gone.
Fredd had always loved the snow since he was little and even now that he was an adult. There was only a short break between 18 and 22 years, when the snow prevented him, he novice, to move in and out on Saturday night with friends and was forced to stay home.
Before starting, he got up and went to the window to breathe the air of his house covered in snow. Not satisfied he took a cigarette lighter and putting on her coat came in slippers. The cool air caressed his face and he breathed deeply. He came to every corner of the His body muscles and refreshing thoughts, which in those days there were a lot like an overheated car trudging behind a truck stacked up along the mountains.
He put the cigarette in his mouth, to turn it on, but stopping to look at her and decided that that night would not have smoked any cigarettes. Contact with the cold air moist lacrimal glands, to protect the eye, around the bulb, a small drop fell down her cheeks and the cold did not stop. At the bottom of the tear was protecting himself, his thoughts, his fears.
As always when there was snow, the town was brighter by the reflection the soft, white coat. Fredd always smiled when he looked at his district "enlightened" by the snow. That evening he managed to smile, but it was a bitter smile. And the country seemed to notice. Not hardly anyone turned down the street, almost as a mysterious form of respect.
back inside sat down on the couch again, this time determined to press play on the DVD player's remote control and watch for the first (and last time, he thought at the time) what he had accomplished during the day.
He left the movie, black lettering on a yellow background: "Freddie and Maggie." Fredd had always enjoyed doing small archive to tell travel, to celebrate someone or something, or simply because a friend had asked him a favor. It was one of the things that Maggie had always loved the cold, when his creativity was to assemble a video.
This time, perhaps the last, did not find the right soundtrack. No song seemed appropriate to describe those pictures. He tried a riff and then piano and strings in the library of his computer and it seemed the best thing to put in support of the images.
The passed their lives. Travel, adventures, parties, surprises, marriage and all that together they had faced in those wonderful years, but now Maggie had gone. Became more difficult to swallow every minute and realized that she was crying. It was not the cold air, tears were silent and cold, she was crying.
was surprised, however, often realizing that her tears were of joy. He was crying, but he was happy, and remember to review those moments did not make him sad because I would never return. In fact they were past episodes and could not have come back anyway. Fredd was happy because he had the good fortune to live them those moments.
was happy as he watched the movie and the outside air was caressing the trees and snow, playing with nature and homes. Fredd felt that the world was laughing with him, they all had a chance to see how cold and Maggie had lived their story. A pair of lovers, sitting in the back of the car at least a dozen miles away, looked into my eyes and took advantage of that spell. Wept and smiled together experiencing all the emotions that the story had passed when he had accomplished.
After two hours another black writing on yellow background appeared: "Done."
Fredd rose from the couch, smiling and with his face wet, and turned off the DVD player.
Forever.
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