Scorched: Carving my days

I put away my instruments in its cases and its place on the rack very neatly and I didn’t forget to swept the floor. I liked the workshop that way at the end of the day. Everything clean and ready for another day of intense work. It was very late . My boss had gone long before, but he made clear that I had to finish the carving of the figure of the horse for mr. Schuman before leaving that day. I would prefer to have had  more...

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Muddy Literature
Sep29

Muddy Literature

The picnic finished abruptly when a sudden storm fell over the spot where the family was having lunch under a tree, close to the river bank. Screaming and laughing they picked up their things in a hurry and went away in their carriage towards the big house. He was left behind on the ground. He couldn’t scream: wait for me! He had many things to say but had not a loud voice. Always quiet and patient, this time his silence had left him...

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