Hello,
I publish here is a story I wrote many years ago, a rather cheesy little story, but somehow right for Christmas, because the word Christmas in there appears. It is also an old woman waiting for her son. The son is unfortunate, but after he called, he wants to visit his mother Eve, accompanied by his new girlfriend, it looks as if he finally again in the future will be able to laugh.
This story I found today, while cleaning up in grand style. I have yet to find other stories again, play some detective stories and some that are just impressions, such as from a trip.
Hopefully Blogger is also known as Google not angry with me, if I were to abuse this blog as a repository for my "literary" concoctions.
The old woman
The old woman heard the clock ticking. Regularly dripped in the kitchen of the tap. At this noise, she had long been accustomed to so that they hardly notice it. Only sometimes, like now at this moment, it seemed to her that would be in the tone of familiar sounds gradually something hostile. And it was not inwardly to rest, because they still stayed next to the ringing of the phone. Every time the tap was dripping, she thought, must now also the phone ring, as belonged together, these two sounds.
But the phone remained silent during these long hours before Christmas Eve. It remained silent to himself, caught in a silence that was always agonizing, the more the time passed.
She slowly to worry about Charles, her son.
For three weeks he had not heard from again. That was more than once before he unexpectedly then again to show up. Mostly he looked rather then taken from one of his Sauftouren.
Because Charles was drunkard, but why he drank, she did not know.
He probably drives now back around in some dives, she thought. On the other hand, he had his old mother on Christmas Eve never left alone and she knew he would not do well this time. Not after the father had died two years ago and the mother lived alone in the much too large floor apartment.
you got up slowly to the window zu gehen und in die beginnende Dämmerung hinauszuschauen. Schneeflocken fiel leise und sacht vom Himmel, und der Schnee auf den Bäumen und Büschen auf der Terrasse glänzte bläulich.
Erneut dachte sie: Wo der Junge wohl steckt...ihm wird doch nichts passiert sein.
Er tat ihr so leid. Sie wusste, wie sentimental er war, obwohl er es nicht zugab.
Sie erinnerte sich an das letzte Mal, als er gekommen war. Er hatte ihr Blumen mitgebracht, einen riesigen Strauss Rosen, die sie nur in mehreren Vasen hatte unterbringen können.
Wirst du mich Heiligabend besuchen? hatte sie gefragt.
Natürlich, Mutter.
Damals hatte sie gleich bemerkt, dass er wieder Kummer hatte, doch wollte er darüber nicht sprechen.
So wie Karl war, sah er die Realität nicht wirklich und schuf sich ständig sein eigenes unzutreffendes Bild von den Frauen, die er kennenlernte und die ihn häufig nur finanziell ausnutzten. Und die Enttäuschung, die das mit sich bringen musste, traf ihn doppelt hart. Meistens wollte er den Egoismus anderer einfach nicht wahrhaben, er dachte zu gut von anderen. Darin war er wie ein kleines Kind.
Und er lernte nie dazu, wenn er enttäuscht wurde, wurde nie verbittert, blieb ewig der naive gutgläubige Mensch, obwohl er in anderen Dingen wie den beruflichen gut zurechtkam.
Die alte Frau setzte sich wieder in den Sessel und knapperte an einem Stück Schokolade. Nicht weil sie Schokolade besonders gern mochte, but because chocolate and Christmas went together somehow.
listened with one ear, they are still hard to see if the telephone rang at last. When Karl came to visit, he called mostly in advance and asked if he could come. The silly boy, but he did not really ask. But he was given. He allowed himself never to call or stop by if he had been drinking. Nevertheless, they
knew that he drank, he had betrayed her in a fit of candor for yourself.
Are not you happy? she had asked him then.
Sometimes yes, sometimes not, he said.
What's the matter, is a family, "she said. If you had a wife and children ...
If it were that easy, he said.
But all real things are simple, they had answered him.
She was sure, would one day grow up Karl and come for inspection. Although he was nearly forty, he had not found a goal in life is to live for was worthwhile, but was still looking after.
was now there are nine clock and Karl still had not called. Again she began to worry that something might have happened.
Suddenly, like a dark foreboding driven and walked toward the phone. And it came just in time, because it rang long and persistent.
that you, Karl?
Yes, mother. We'll get to you ...
We? she asked in amazement.
Yes, "said Karl, and his voice sounded very different from usual, you sounded bright and happy as she had never heard before. I met a woman and you were right when you said, I lack a family. We want to get married ...
As did the old woman that her son had finally come of age, and she hung up the phone and went into the kitchen to make final preparations for the visit.
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