Everything Will Blow Pt. 2

“Are you all right?” It was the angelic falsetto voice of a child.

“You can see me?” I asked her, astonished. She looked at me, puzzled. I felt her tiny hand brush a tear from my cheek. She couldn’t have been much more than five.

“Why do you cry?” she asked.

“Because I’m very sad sweetie. Bad things have happened to me.” I replied. Again she looked puzzled.

“You’re funny. I can see your lips move, but nothing comes out. Are you whispering to me?” She leaned closer to my mouth. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m just sad honey. You wouldn’t understand.” I tried to smile at her but her mother was pulling her away.

“Anna, who are you talking to darling?”

“There is a sad man there, mummy, he’s crying, but I can’t hear what he is saying.”

“Darling there’s no one there.” She was saying as they walked further away. I sighed and pulled my knees up to my chest. I watched the little girl and her mother go, retreating into my memories as they became mere figures in the distance.

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