NOVEL
WOODY PAUL GREY
CHAPTER ONE. DEPARTURE
She left just two days ago and I miss her already so much that I cant help thinking about each single minute we had spent together and a great time that faded away so quickly. Since the moment that I saw her on the station leaving the railcar and till the time when we waited for the departure separated firmly by the thick glass unable to talk anymore just look at each other, smile or use some gestures to hide the embarissing feeling of awkwardness that people usually exercise before the train starts past nine days and nights, but for me it looked as if it happened yesterday.
Im talking about my younger daughter Zoe who finally managed to come for a short visit before my moving to Canada. Shes a 23 year old tall, slender, dark-haired beauty modestly dressed in a blue-faded dress over a pair of pale jeans wearing small childish sneakers carrying a heavy green handbag in one hand and a pink tiny backpack over her shoulder. First I was stunned by the paleness of her face, but didnt tell her about it. Later I learned that it was the result of feeling dizzy and nauseous.
We took a trolleybus to get to my native town Yalta located in the picturesque spot amidst the Black Sea and the Crimean Mountains, not to mention the I-Petry Rock welcoming graciously everyone who visits the town for the first time.
To be continued...
2009 YALTA UKRAINE
