"Let's go, Johnny! Grandpa is waiting for us!"
"Not now mom, how many times should I tell you?"
"Johnny, please! Stop with this nonsense."
"But mom, he is my best friend! And he wants to try it it, too, even if the tricycle is a little bit old."
"Johnny, your best friend went to Heaven last year. He is a little angel now."
"You always say this and it's not true. He came back and he is here."
The woman sighed and took her son's hand to leave.
But then the tricycle started to follow them slowly.
"How long have we stayed like this?"
"I really don't know. But it seems like a small eternity."
The cameraman behind the two nuns studied the shadows through the prime lens carefully. A creepy feeling made him shudder. He turned his head.
The painter caught the glimpse of fear in his eyes and started a new painting. But his fingers seemed to get blurry. He felt empty, like a white sheet of paper.
At his computer, the writer reached the first twist in his novel. The nuns would be kidnapped.
Behind him, the stalker grinned and stabbed him. .
Maurice was lingering for a while now. The piano did not speak to him anymore. He got stuck at the change in tempo. His thoughts were just a big abyss full of sorrow and loses. Amalia left him so many years ago and he could not get over her. She married with his best friend, creating the biggest scandal of that year.
Little he knew Amalia divorced in the meantime and she was now on the other side of the world, alone, with her cello, stuck at the change in tempo.
They both decided to continue with an adagio..
It was the sixth anniversary of their separation. As usual, he went into the woods to retreat for a day, away from the crazy world. It helped him celebrate her live spirit. He stood still, breathing in the fresh air and listening to the blessed silence.
"For the love of God, man. It's my sixth reincarnation as a pure, white flower! I even brought with me reinforcement to catch your attention. Leave the damned sky alone. I am not a freaking bird. Pick me already, you blind schmuck!"
Suddenly, the man turned wondering what his wife had reincarnated as. .
â€œWas he good?â€
â€œBut what did she say?â€
The younger woman huffed, annoyed with the othersâ€™ insistence. She had explained so many times that the new generation was not eager to share kinky details.
â€œItâ€™s enough that she went out of her tent smiling. She looked into my eyes and I saw the approval.â€
â€œShould we vote then?â€
Nearby, a handsome lad was waiting to hear the tribe leadersâ€™ verdict.
Would he be kicked out in the desert? Or would he become the next seed provider?
He desperately hoped for the latter.
He loved her..