A CameoOn a small stone bridge, a girl holding an umbrella was standing.The girl wore quite a white dress. The umbrella which she had in her hand was white, too. It was her lover who gave them to her. Then, in a drizzle, with her beautiful eyes opened wide, she was waiting for the man.Her lover was conscripted when a war happened between the girl's country and the neighbor country a few years ago. She was staring at him leaving the town, from a distance. She never cried. She was sure just that he would come back alive to her. At least, her mind was filled with the forethought.And the war had come to an end and her country was defeated. Young men, being exhausted, returned to the town. But only her lover did not come back. "He died in the battlefield," said the men who had been soldiers like him in the war.She would not believe at all. "I'm sure that he'll come back. Because my dear promised me to meet at the stone bridge." She went there every day and stood there waiting for him. With the white dress, and sometimes with the white umbrella.After a while, she became white, as cold as a stone. Wearing the white dress, putting up the white umbrella. In a drizzle, without even a little movement. Not knowing that a beautiful young man came from over there, looked at her, stopped, and after a while kissed her, in tears, on her lips.On a small stone bridge, a girl holding an umbrella was standing.
Nearly 15 years have passed since I wrote this. Now, I think there may be two interpretations. The lover wangled out of the battlefield but needed some time to recover from the severe wound. Or, he was saved and cured by a new girl, fell in love with her but split with her somehow, and came back to the town. The former is a teenager's fantasy while the latter is a bit bitterer and more mature. Which do you prefer?
