A ready script

a writing by Krzeslawa T. Skrzypczynska

He appeared in the yard, he, this man.
A man with a violin case, in blue.
Will be playing, I thought,
but he was waiting for something.
Above him, high, a balloon floated with a basket, with the same blue, inscription.
- is that you, Senior? Suddenly I thought of an unknown father, whom someone near our house, once tried to kill.
-no, it's not me. I came back for Him.
I stepped back, terrified.
- never look at me like that. He snorted and I grew into the ground at that moment .. I saw a smiling mother with some guy.
The cannonade blew them both out straight away
When I woke up, the sun was litting the yard up, the birds sang and the cat ...
he was stretching out on his back in the sun
near the trash can.
Above him, high, a balloon floated with a basket, with the blue inscription.




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