SHORT STORY (NARRATIVE)

THE DEATH OF AN ANGEL

By Ngurah Ariesta

It was winter. The woods and leaves were covered by the snow. The roads were so slippery. The small town named Convince looked white. White, like the white of Christmas. The biggest building with a big clock which stood in the center looked so elegant. The church where the people pray to the Christ was very close to this building. The town looked beautiful. Very beautiful.

But not inside. Many building were not well prepared. They looked like buildings in the 18^th century. The roofs were broken. The trashes were many. But the smell was not so bad. It might because of the winter. The trashes were frozen so that the smell was hidden like a meat in the freezer.

“Jenny, don’t take it! That is dirty”, said a mother to her daughter who wanted to take a doll from the trash. “But I like it mom”, said the girl.

A man came and took the doll. He cleaned it and gave it to the girl. “Keep it clean”, he said to the girl and leaved her. He did it because he remembered to a girl who changed his life.

The man was young and looked like a man without any hope. His face was so hopeless and looked like in sadness. He wore black T-shirt and jeans with Punk style. Of course, the jeans was not in good looking. His jeans was torn, decorated by bullets chain on his waist. His T-shirt was also decorated by words Punk Never Die. Yeah, he had a group. A group of Punk. He followed the group only to revenge.

One thing in his mind was “This is time to revenge”.

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