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segunda-feira, fevereiro 13, 2017

# The train driver (3)


(continuation)

A faint beep reported that the composition was within fifty meters of a reduced speed zone. Peter resumed his post and began slowing down from 19 miles to 8 miles. And then another station. The immobilization was gradual and at that moment the young reviewer was already walking along the aisle to the first door he had found.

He put the key in the slot, let in three passengers, and, stretching himself a little, looked the outside toward the back of the composition. He waited for a moment, then took the key out and handed it to the cabin, which he could follow.

domingo, janeiro 29, 2017

# Elizabeth (4)


(continuation)

A huge blow came at the southern exit of the Saint-Pancras train station. Was such a violent explosion that it made the whole building of the railway terminal shake in such a way that it caused the collapse of part of the structure of this south. The people who were there at the moment, those who had not been the victims of the explosion, rushed to the north, looking for the exit through the door that served her. The chaos settled down with hundreds of people in a panic, screaming, trying to escape from that place. Some fell into confusion, having been trampled underfoot by those who did not walk where they were, in their eagerness to flee.

terça-feira, dezembro 20, 2016

# I love you, Paris! (3)


(continuation)

But when I had to leave, I left my heart in Paris. Belle accompanied me to the airport, and in a whisper we swore in love. I must confess that I cried when I left. I felt that he had left behind me.

The following times were passed in longing. We were exchanging correspondence, phoning, and at least every two months I went to Paris to be with her. I spent the weekend there. She was an extraordinary woman. He loved me as I never allowed anyone to love me again.