Post by account_disabled on Dec 4, 2023 5:42:50 GMT -4
The child was dirty. After rummaging through the garbage of the nerds for an hour, in the rain that had been falling continuously since the afternoon, that thin little thing, with the tattered clothes of a larger size, gave up. He opened the plastic bag and looked inside. Remains of the cleaning of some vegetables, tomatoes and celery for the most part. And the leftovers of a sandwich, taken shortly before on a sidewalk. A meager dinner, the one he would have shared with his sister, but at least they would have put something in their stomachs.
Walking quickly due to the cold, little Tommaso went back towards the alley where Lara, a little girl slightly younger than him, was waiting for him. In reality they were not brothers, but the two had Phone Number Data decided to adopt each other. They lived there, in that dark and private street that was rarely used, in the back of a place, where every now and then, once or twice a week, someone left them a plate of pasta or pizza. The children knew who the mysterious benefactor was. He was the owner of that strange place where people entered who were scary just to look at them. Tommaso reached the alley but, before turning the corner, he waited in the dark.
Even though he knew that the two of them were hiding right back there and he had never bothered them, that man scared the child. According to Lara he was a dead man who, tired of being underground, had decided to come back to life. Tommaso, on the other hand, was convinced that he was some kind of demon. On one thing, however, the two children agreed: the man's face was not human. It was the face of Death. There was silence in the alley. Perhaps, Tommaso thought, the place was still closed. He looked around for the last time and then slipped towards the pile of crates and packing boxes thrown haphazardly on the ground to form a sort of shelter. He slipped down there and disappeared into the darkness. “It's me,” he said to the darkness.
Walking quickly due to the cold, little Tommaso went back towards the alley where Lara, a little girl slightly younger than him, was waiting for him. In reality they were not brothers, but the two had Phone Number Data decided to adopt each other. They lived there, in that dark and private street that was rarely used, in the back of a place, where every now and then, once or twice a week, someone left them a plate of pasta or pizza. The children knew who the mysterious benefactor was. He was the owner of that strange place where people entered who were scary just to look at them. Tommaso reached the alley but, before turning the corner, he waited in the dark.
Even though he knew that the two of them were hiding right back there and he had never bothered them, that man scared the child. According to Lara he was a dead man who, tired of being underground, had decided to come back to life. Tommaso, on the other hand, was convinced that he was some kind of demon. On one thing, however, the two children agreed: the man's face was not human. It was the face of Death. There was silence in the alley. Perhaps, Tommaso thought, the place was still closed. He looked around for the last time and then slipped towards the pile of crates and packing boxes thrown haphazardly on the ground to form a sort of shelter. He slipped down there and disappeared into the darkness. “It's me,” he said to the darkness.