ORIGINAL:

The Girl of My Dream

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The tornado rocked the city. Tears found no bound. I saw the broken flats, the
devastated dreams, the restless animals and her. She was standing there alone,
crying... or was she smiling? That little girl had lost her parents, her little
brother, and perhaps she had a puppy toy who was gone forever. But her grace wasn't
gone. She was wearing a ragged frock. Her short hair were as disordered as they
could be. She was trying to avoid my look. Standing on the dead centre of the road
it was really a very hard task.
I approached her, extended my hands to touch her, she held up her hand and
vanished. Just like that the tornado stopped. From the wreckage stood up the flats.
Life came into all the lying bodies.
A thin smile got drawn on my dreamy face and the calmness led me to the beautiful
morning.