The sky changes over my head, drops of water wet my arms and reflect the clouds shadow. The light is falling and everything becomes grayer, the air colder. Fog and clouds swell my brain like a sponge, the instinct returns primitive and I feel like God. The rain becomes heavier, but I don't see my mother. I look at Liam, he's smiling with the face to the sky, he makes me think again about how beautiful the world is. Not easy, not benevolent, but beautiful certainly yes, full of details that must be capture and sensations. I understand that I feel love again, that I can imagine again.
Liam kisses me, hugs me and makes me cry for happiness. Then my mother comes running and covers me with a raincoat, her tears like mine are mixed with raindrops or maybe she's not crying. She alone raises the wheelchair and puts it on the asphalt, then picks me up like a Michelangelo's Christ and trudges through the sand to take me to safety. Liam is gone, she made him vanish with her materiality, but it doesn't matter, he will come back later.
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A life in grains
RomanceA hoping life through the efforts. "Imagination is the only remained thing." First classified in the literary competition Association Palma, Como, Italy - Annie's story is one of many real stories, a difficult theme to imagine and feel, the impossib...
