Letter(Chapter 2) ——my maiden work based on the Cold War.(3)
“Mr. Iwan rose his head slightly and examined Sartre again from his hair to shoes. Then slowly took out a piece of paper and a pen from a drawer.
“Dear my mama, I so miss you.” Sartre just started without caring whether Mr. Iwan had already taken up the pen and been prepared. “Remember to take out our lawnmower machine or it would become wet”, Sartre went on “And the dog is old, it’s time to look for a field to place his body, tonight is raining but I’m still with my clothes. A letter from Sartre, 7 October 1969.”
“That’s all?” no sooner Sartre finished his words, than Mr. Iwan completed his letter.
“Yeah, yeah” Sartre replied with continuous nodding. “Old location, same receiver.” Sartre drank the last drop of beer and rushed to the gate without a serious farewell.
“Be careful!” Mr. Iwan spoke aloud.
“You too.”, the voice flied down in to the basement.
“Dear my mama, I so miss you.” Sartre just started without caring whether Mr. Iwan had already taken up the pen and been prepared. “Remember to take out our lawnmower machine or it would become wet”, Sartre went on “And the dog is old, it’s time to look for a field to place his body, tonight is raining but I’m still with my clothes. A letter from Sartre, 7 October 1969.”
“That’s all?” no sooner Sartre finished his words, than Mr. Iwan completed his letter.
“Yeah, yeah” Sartre replied with continuous nodding. “Old location, same receiver.” Sartre drank the last drop of beer and rushed to the gate without a serious farewell.
“Be careful!” Mr. Iwan spoke aloud.
“You too.”, the voice flied down in to the basement.
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