The Shadow of a Doubt.
“Am I imagining all this or did I really see him?,” she kept constantly asking while walking calmly down the prairie. The sun was shinning brightly on the never-ending field and the gentle breeze brought her the sweet smell of the lilies in blossom. All she could hear was the vivid twittering of birds.
Earlier that morning, she had woken up with a deep sense of loss. Silently, she had got dressed and, before leaving the room, she had kissed her husband softly. Going down the stairs, she had thought “Nothing in our happiness but this…” Once in the study room, with a hot cup of tea in her hands, gazing out of the window at the countryside, she had recalled the last time she had felt that unforgettable sensation.
Mrs. Robinson could not put her memories aside. Instead of going away with the fresh air, they remained vividly in her mind. She had been deeply affected by past situations although her husband had always tried to encourage her to never surrender. She knew she was the only one who had changed after the doctor had told her the appalling news. Her body had been showing signs of weakness and she would no longer be as healthy and lively as she used to be. Since then, she would never be what she desired most.
She realized she was not alone in the vast expanses of farmland. Someone was trying to hold her hand. Nervously, she turned around and, after a few seconds, which seemed to last forever, she recognized that innocent face. That little boy, only seven years old, was the one she had always dreamt of, the one she would never forget. She drew several deep breaths, feeling a faint aching just above her heart. With a lump in her throat she asked him “Who are you?”
She despaired of ever being a mother and asked herself “Why is it that life gives some what they will never appreciate while others, knowing it will never happen, keep waiting for it all their lives?” “Why is it that I cannot give up my illusion?” “Will I ever let the past go?”
By Antonela Falchini & Natalia Fito
“Am I imagining all this or did I really see him?,” she kept constantly asking while walking calmly down the prairie. The sun was shinning brightly on the never-ending field and the gentle breeze brought her the sweet smell of the lilies in blossom. All she could hear was the vivid twittering of birds.
Earlier that morning, she had woken up with a deep sense of loss. Silently, she had got dressed and, before leaving the room, she had kissed her husband softly. Going down the stairs, she had thought “Nothing in our happiness but this…” Once in the study room, with a hot cup of tea in her hands, gazing out of the window at the countryside, she had recalled the last time she had felt that unforgettable sensation.
Mrs. Robinson could not put her memories aside. Instead of going away with the fresh air, they remained vividly in her mind. She had been deeply affected by past situations although her husband had always tried to encourage her to never surrender. She knew she was the only one who had changed after the doctor had told her the appalling news. Her body had been showing signs of weakness and she would no longer be as healthy and lively as she used to be. Since then, she would never be what she desired most.
She realized she was not alone in the vast expanses of farmland. Someone was trying to hold her hand. Nervously, she turned around and, after a few seconds, which seemed to last forever, she recognized that innocent face. That little boy, only seven years old, was the one she had always dreamt of, the one she would never forget. She drew several deep breaths, feeling a faint aching just above her heart. With a lump in her throat she asked him “Who are you?”
She despaired of ever being a mother and asked herself “Why is it that life gives some what they will never appreciate while others, knowing it will never happen, keep waiting for it all their lives?” “Why is it that I cannot give up my illusion?” “Will I ever let the past go?”
By Antonela Falchini & Natalia Fito
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Girls, your story is awesome. I'm not really fond of changing the end of it because I like the way it is written. However, it's the task. Here is my version.
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"I'm looking for my dad", the boy said. "Who is your dad?", Mrs. Robinson asked curiously. The conversation continued and she discovered that he was her husband's son. The boy told her his story.
His mother was very ill and she was afraid that he became alone. Thus, she decided to tell Ben who his father was. He was shocked at the very beginning since she had never talked about him before, but then, he was anxious to meet him. His mother told Ben that she knew where he lived but he didn't know he had a son.
Ben's mum, by doing her last effort, went with him to the village. They were near the Robinson's house but the mother, urgently, had to go to the hospital. Following her mother piece of advice, Ben continued looking for his father. He found Mrs. Robinson who carried him to their house. After talking about this shocking news, they went to visit Ben’s mother.
Breathing her last stream of air, Ben’s mother implored the couple to adopt her child. Contrary to what Mr. Robinson thought, his wife was not angry at all. She really wished to have a child and now she had the opportunity.
God end Paola!!! Very imaginative!
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