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The Kiss
They have been a couple for years. They shared sorrows, worries and
happy moments - almost everything. Then the day came when they noticed
that everything was said, discussed and told and that there was nothing
left to talk about any more. They tried to revive their relationship,
spent their sparetime together, but both felt uncomfortable and without
any emotions. Eventually he invited her out for a romantic afternoon
in the country to win ber love back. They found a marvellous meadow,
full of live, love and happiness. Bees and Butterflies flew round
them, ignoring the hear Canyon.
He kissed her kneeling on the carpet of flowers, but it seemed too late.
Last week a young woman committed suicide, because her only child had
died of cancer. She was kneeling on the cliffs with closed eyes and
thoughts of killing herself. Her young lover came running down the
meadow crying out her name. He fell on his knees and held her still.
By telling her about their good times he hoped she would stay with him.
But everything he said did not touch her, it just made it harder for him
to understand why she wanted to kill herself.
Then it happened. For the last time he touched her finger tips and she was
gone forever.
Their neighbour who had been watching the scene came running to the man.
When he looked into his eyes he saw tears running down his cheeks and
the young man had a strange look on his face. The neighbour did not know
what it meant, but in the following seconds something unbelievable
happened. The young man said a last goodbye and jumped after the woman
he had loved so much. Now the two bodies were lying at the bottom of the
rocks.
Maybe you - dear readers - will be able to understand them, because
almost everybody knows how strong love can be. These two people
died because of their love for each other and maybe they will have a
better life together somewhere in heaven.
Christine and Martin met during a walk through the wood. They fell in
love - it was love at first sight - and they decided to walk on together.
Christine and the young man spoke nicely about their lives and adventures
and they suddenly wanted to rest on a quiet place. For hours the young
people were sitting and just talking there and both felt that this could
be true love. But Christine and Martin knew that there would be no
future for them in their world and the young woman said that their first
kiss would also be their lasr and only one.
Then they went their seperate ways.
After years they met again. Martin was the father of fourteen kids and
Christine was the boss of the Austrian Feminist Business Club.
You remember my entry about ten years ago, when I told you about my
first kiss. The young man and I met in a meadow outside town, but after
a short love affair he left our town and we fell out of touch with each
other. Today we met in a small cafe in Fifth Avenue and it was a real
surprise. He has not changed in his looks, but I think he has become a
different person. He has married and now has two little children.
You know that I am married too, but I think I have never stopped loving
him. We will meet on Saturday and I think we will become lovers
again.
This is a goodbye letter to all the people who have supported our love
and to all who have tried to seperate us. We had no other choice, this
was the only way to end our unlucky lives by jumping off the rocks.
Here you see a polaroid picture of our last kiss on earth.
Now we are sitting on a cloud and are watching you finding our
letter.
You made us do this, you are to blame, especially you, Mum, you did not
accept Liza's long hair with flowers in it, but it is also your
fault, Dad, you thought Liza was too poor for our family.
Now it is my turn:
Dad, you wanted me to marry Gordon, this boring ugly guy. You did not even
listen to me why I prefered my one and only love and you, brother, you
disliked Jim, because he was a member of your favourite golf club, you
were jealous because you could not afford to join it yourself.
In our opinion this was the best solution, now we are happy but you will
have to live all your lives with the knowledge that you have simply
murdered us.
A bad time, good bye
Today a young woman died falling off a cliff. Who is to blame?
This morning Lorna Doone left her parents' house in Cardboard Lane for
a walk to the sea from which she was never to return. Having reached
the cliffs the 19-year-old student enjoyed the glorious view.
At nine o'clock an old couple passed by and when they returned fifteen
minutes later, they noticed a young man whom they later identified as
the art teacher of Lincoln Highschool, Greg Peters, talking to
her.
When the girl had not returned by the late afternoon, her parents
were very worried, so they contacted the police.
The officers looked for the girl and found her lying dead on the beach
at the foot of the cliff. They started to make enquiries at once and
after questioning the old couple they arrested Mr. Peters in his flat.
They told him he had been the last person to see the girl who had been
one of his students and asked him what had happened. He explained they
had been talking about a school project and then he had lost control
over his emotions and tried to kiss her. She struggled to get away
from him and as she was standing at the edge of the cliff she lost
her hold and fell. He had not been able to hold her back and when he
saw her lying on the beach he was overcome by fear and ran away.
Tomorrow there will be an inquest in court to determine the extend
of his responsibility for this incident. The authorities will decide
wether he will be charged with murder or not.
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