One morning, the little boy with bright eyes up to the attic and look for her suitcase. Should not have saved much time, think before you drag and sit. But it opens. The shrewd-eyed boy leans over the small suitcase, leather, full of colored stickers that his grandfather left him a legacy. Glue ear expecting to hear a faint heartbeat.
wait and wait, fingers crossed, wishing still alive. Has almost ceased to hear anything else. Birds that lean toward the window glass, the sound of a car lost another nearby street, the dogs in the yard. It focuses on listening inside the case while passing the morning, noon and evening.
When everything is dark and rubbed up shaking hands. It's cold, he thinks. Caress the lock of the suitcase but opens it. You should not. Then down the garden with care, as if still in the suitcase was something alive.
The bright-eyed child is suddenly a shovel in the shed and start digging. Drag the suitcase to the hole when finished and then returns to cover everything.
down the garden every night
Every night stick your ear to the ground and listen.
still have hope. Today
finally heard the heartbeat.
wait and wait, fingers crossed, wishing still alive. Has almost ceased to hear anything else. Birds that lean toward the window glass, the sound of a car lost another nearby street, the dogs in the yard. It focuses on listening inside the case while passing the morning, noon and evening.
When everything is dark and rubbed up shaking hands. It's cold, he thinks. Caress the lock of the suitcase but opens it. You should not. Then down the garden with care, as if still in the suitcase was something alive.
The bright-eyed child is suddenly a shovel in the shed and start digging. Drag the suitcase to the hole when finished and then returns to cover everything.
down the garden every night
Every night stick your ear to the ground and listen.
still have hope. Today
finally heard the heartbeat.
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