He who shall not be named

He saw a big black truck and then it happened. The trucker seemed to have lost control over the truck and it was rushing towards him. He had only seconds to run out of harms way. Fortunately, the trucker got his truck under control and stopped it a second before hitting him. But at that moment a second truck hit him through first truck.

At first it seemed like a lot of blood was spilled, too much for man to carry. But after he woke up, a minute after being hit by the second truck, it seemed to him that he was back in a war-zone. helplessly trying to reach his gun he sat there ten minutes. After that he stood up and went to have a look about what had really happened.

The surroundings seemed familiar to him but he didn't remember how he had got there. He was in a beautiful park under a willow tree. And then, the next moment he felt like being ripped away from the Earth. He saw only flashing lights and felt a sharp pain in his lower body. And then he realized what had happened. But he knew he could never tell anyone, because they would never believe him.

Lost and yet found again

It seems that lost hope can be found again. Yet a year has past. Can time really cure wounds in heart or soul? Yet it feels like so, but something is still bothering me. What does she want? She is like a good friend who is great to watch films with, but on other hand she is very hard-working. Nothing to do but wait and see what tides of time shall bring me. But never lose hope,should  you lose your hope all what is precious to you perishes and you feel like an empty shell lying on beach waiting for tide to come and take you with...