Lead Petals

by Quelli di ZEd

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  The stream roared furious as that five year-old night before. This time it was day and the wood it didn't frighten anymore. Emilio crossed with two carboys in hand the last meters of path that separated him/it from the source of he/she Knows it will Lose. It laughed happy when it knelt close to the small fall of fresh water. «You come from dad, Franco!» it howled. The small Franco had just started to move the first footsteps. It advanced uncertain, staggering with the lengthened braccias. Some to hold the equilibrium and some to imitate his/her dad that extended him his. «Dad! Dad!» it chewed.

  Emilio filled one with the carboys and if it leaned nearby her. «From the, small! Dad is here!»

  Franco accelerated for that that you/he/she was able and you/he/she started to laugh the tutina slightly slobbering himself/herself/itself.

  «You race from dad, that dad doesn't lose you sight!» it whispered Emilio.

  Franco, with great work, he/she succeeded in reaching him/it. Emilio embraced him/it strong and kissed him/it on the forehead. «Small my!» It lifted him/it of weight and it tossed him/it for three times up in the air, taking back him/it without risking that it fell him. Franco rejoyced and sent forth some acute verses. «Now dad riempie the other pitcher and then brings yourself to eat the chocolate from his/her/their grandmother.»

  Franco tightened his neck and didn't want to leave him/it. Emilio looked at his/her radiant face and felt to again be a father. "Finally"!, he/she thought. You/he/she had reconciled with himself and also with God. He/she wondered because Troise was accused to his/her place of the crime. "To never speak of what you have done to Lucio, anything happens" Pietro had told him. With" anything happens", Pietro of certain it referred to its fake confession, credette Emilio. Perhaps the marshal had decided to make the accounts with his/her ghosts and if you/he/she was made to arrest, a motive owed us to be of certain, it was said. "Thanks, marshal" he/she thought looking at the sky and greeting Giuseppino.