The Last Chapter

The Last Chapter - HOPE and BEAUTY … Day after day, the time was passing by… So he changed his mind not to go anywhere else looking for the thing which he was searching for his whole life, at least since he discovered that something was missing, something was not quite there. His life wasn’t entirely fulfilled when he left his parents’ house and also he didn’t know what it was missing but he still couldn’t go living on without it so he left his parents in tears and sorrows. Now he changed his mind and decided to stay right there on the mountain helping the two poor old people. Inn was going to the river every day but in vain. He tried to see who would be the beautiful Voice, heard like the sound of a spring’s water in the summer’s hottest day by a thirsty traveller, deep and husky, gentle and soft, bright and cold but there was none, there was nothing at all. The summer with its bright sun passed and winter came with its blanket of pure white and sparkling snow, and still Inn was hoping to see the Voice. Only the song was heard and seen with the eyes of imagination like a skating dance on the frozen river, nice and graceful but far and a bit cold like the stars in the winter’s night. Again the spring came, the birds were happy quarrelling or just chatting about everything and everywhere, the sun with its shyness came in the wonderful blue sky between the smiling flirting clouds, upon the blooming trees and fat green grass. The whole nature was happy and shining like the river itself in the bright light of the warm sun. Now Inn was sad and had no hope left in his heart. But one morning, when he did reach his place by the river, he found out that somebody else was sitting in his place. Angrily, he wanted to pull over the person who had stolen his place. So slowly, on tiptoes he got near the man’s back, it seemed it was a man, and he wanted to grab him by his head. Suddenly the person turned, the bonnet felt down and a blond hair cascade appeared. Two lovely green eyes were staring at Inn; they were looking deep into Inn’s black eyes, laughing a lot. Inn was startled. He didn’t know what to say. But he knew then that SHE was HIS so-wanted VOICE. Day after day, the time was passing by… An old man was sitting by the river listening to a lovely voice. After the song was over, Inn took his half-full bucket, empties his pipe and went to his chalet slowly but happy, satisfied at least that in his soul still he had the sound of his dearest Ann, even if he heard it maybe for the last time.