Short Story on my friend ken
It was my 19th birthday and I was to travel with a university friend to Brazil only for two weeks. ... I would meet my friend Ken at 3 o clock at my house. ... Outside I saw Ken, sitting in the taxi so I opened the door and sat in trying to make myself comfortable. Ken gave the driver the go ahead and so he drove the taxi slowly down the street. ... Ken was quiet. ... Ken lifted his luggage out and so did I. ... Ken and I put our bags through a machine . ... Ken was sitting next to me in the plane. ... Ken and I fastened them and so did everyone else. ... Ken finished his food too. ... Ken held the trolley and we slowly walked outside the airport. ... Ken muttered. ... Ken and I took out the money out. ... Ken opened the door and we went in. ... Ken and I explored Rio de Janeiro. ... Ken also bought things but he was more in to historic things. ... Ken agreed. ... Ken told me to take a photograph of him which he wanted to take home. ... My wise dear friend was gone forever. ... I spoke to Kens mother. ... Ken will always be with us. ... Ken was to be buried in England. ... P Ken