Platero And I: Someone Wrote To Colonel

The Colonel finally got mail, Platero. He has been waiting for this letter for such a long time: his daughter will finally visit him, after all those years. And he will meet the granddaughter he didn’t even know existed.

I remember that, after another violent argument with the Colonel, she ran away one night, carrying nothing more than the clothes she was wearing.

All searching was ultimately in vain.

I never told anyone this before, Platero, but I have sheltered her for over a week, until the search was given up.

Her as well as the fruit in her womb. From Guest Contributor Hervé Suys

Hervé (°1968 – Ronse, Belgium) started writing short stories whilst recovering from a sports injury and he hasn’t stopped since. Generally he writes them hatless and barefooted.

Document

The rain pelts my face, the umbrella useless. I walk quickly, but not enough to draw attention. I must get to my destination and back before curfew.

The document I carry may save countless lives. If the Nazis stop me for a search, they’ll never find it.

“Do you have it?”

I place the umbrella down, dripping, release my shoe and pull the document from my heel, handing it to the contact.

“Good work,” he says and hands me a paper that I neatly place into the heel of my shoe.

I leave and make my way home before curfew.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Search

I scramble the room for the file. Many lives depend on the information, including mine. When I accepted this job, I knew the risks involved and didn’t care. Now I just want to go back to my life.

Where is it? I search the desk drawer and every cabinet, but nothing. Major Thompson may be wrong. I swear quietly. It is not here.

Outside the sirens roar and car doors slam. Yelling soon follows.

I slip out onto the ledge and wait for their destruction to end before entering the room again.

The Nazi’s didn’t catch me. Not this time.

From Guest Contributor Lisa M. Scuderi-Burkimsher

Quest

“Are you going to die soon?”

“Yes, I guess.”

“Will you take me with you?”

“Can’t do that”.

“Why not?”

“I just can’t.”

He was in search of true love. His search wasn’t easy. He searched everywhere but never realised how close his love was to him. He had been looking for love at all the wrong places. His quest for love only got longer. He stayed up all night and dreamt all day. The sun went down. The night deepened and darkness hid everything. He thought what could be more mysterious than night when you have secrets to bury.

From Guest Contributor Sergio Nicolas

Wooly Pachyderm Oliver Herm

Oliver walked his forest homelooking about for his favorite comb."I need to part my big bouncy perm,"said wooly pachyderm Oliver Herm.He searched in the trees.He searched on the breeze.He looked under rocksand peeked inside locks.He asked all his friends,with strange odds and ends,whether fury or feathered,uncaged or tethered,"I'm stuck in a lurch,and you must help with my search!"They came with their dads, they came with their mums,all of Oliver's buds, pals, and chums.Whether three toed sloth or echinoderm,to help wooly pachyderm Oliver Herm.

Genre: Children's Literature