Our hearts

The old ,grumpy man, who was frail and alone, dragged his feet against the white, cracked pavement beneath the blank, expansive sky. He crouched down and perched  on the wooden bench in the middle of the derelict south end park. The sky rolled in in between the lean sky scrapers as grey clouds filled my surroundings, the factories’ smoke almost choked me at the throat growing thicker and thicker at the moment. In the corner of the park under a shrivelled tree: with his head down, a man looked around suspiciously and then approached me…Then he whispered something In my ear. The words blurred in my mind, I couldn’t make out the words all I heard was ‘our hearts’. I thought nothing of it at the time I just  thought it was just another person trying to scare me. But not this time, It meant something to me. I couldn’t get it off of my mind all day, it was ringing in my mind repeating, repeating, repeating.

The next morning it was blank to me. I started to think about it more and more and more until the point where it clicked to me. I knew what it meant, Finally after all this time, to me this meant the world it looked different through my eyes than others. I finally knew that our hearts can change and there are positives  that come out of negatives: they teach you a valuable lesson about my life, my heart and our hearts.


2 Comments on "Our hearts"

  1. This is a really good story and I like how you took some from the promise which we did in class.

  2. This is a really good story, I like the way you used a little bit of the promise

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