Three years have passed, and I cannot forget that day when we were sitting on the bench in the park. It was the start of the school year and it was just me, Lucy, our backpacks and two coffee cups. The trees were lively green, with their leaves still firmly stuck to the branches. Autumn was not yet there.
“There are some very strange sounds in the world, Phillip. It doesn’t mean you have to fear them.”
Grandpa’s voice was deep, slow-paced and calming.
“No, I was not exactly afraid, I was just a bit disturbed. I have never heard that sound before.”
Grandpa sighed and slowly sat on the boy’s bed. Read More
I took a deep breath and turned around. Everyone in the classroom were doing their own things. But not him, not the one staring at me. Bright smile and cold eyes.