COMMONWEALTH
Episode 4
Episode 4
Under the blazing sun, from yesterday the frail plant was sunbaked, before long he was slashed with his thin knife, with liquid in a glass glass. The dice he just put, the magnifying glass is ready to look. Seen cell structures, such as cork incisions under a microscope, cavities are bounded by thick walls like a neatly arranged honeycomb.
“Prang..”.
Someone threw a stone, until the window of the warehouse broke.
“Who else makes money?” he slammed the door hard.
The walls of the house made of planks, vibrated momentarily.
“Basic wild children, deserve to be taught a lesson.”
Not to forget the old man took a few packs of candy and chocolate from his desk drawer, while he tidied his face. By wearing a face mask and a hat, and do not forget the glasses.
The move this time was certain, he knew very well. Wild children are often eyeing the backyard garden of his home.
Where else if not the warehouse where the fruit plants, the results of engineering that he has built decades.
That's where the wild children are looking, taking their fruit plants on purpose.
Clearly, the bunch of children had already jumped over the back fence with grinning smiles as if mocking the old Grandpa who was losing fast with the nimbleness of their footsteps, this time the swarm of wild children was faster to run than Grandpa had expected. While the guava had fallen to the ground, the leaves were scattered, the flower pots were falling apart.
The grandfather had clearly condemned the actions of those wild children. It will never be forgiven. Demonize.
“Look at the wild children, soon they will meet their host.”
When night falls, the lights start to light up.
The boy shifted some plants that would be moved from the pot to the ground.
Like the nights before, every night Grandpa repairs the plants that the wild children have broken.
But it can not be denied this time the more the day the boy was getting withered, the body was frail, the bones seemed to protrude from his skin that was dirty by the splash of wet soil.
This time her petite hand extended towards the Grandpa. As Grandpa had promised earlier, the boy was already addicted to Grandpa's sweets and chocolates.
When the tail of his eyes did not come off it has swerved to catch the handbag from the pocket of Grandpa's pants, it was, a handful of packages from his hands that make a little child grin looks like a row of blackened front teeth look dull and unkempt, his fragile hands more eager to hold the package.
His eyes grew even more radiant after what he got was within his grasp. As usual the boy entered the house, Grandpa hinted to have him accompany the grandmother lying in the room, because usually when the afternoon schedule the boy accompanied his grandmother.
If his Grandmother needed anything, just hinted at the boy's eyes, while his morning schedule took the wreckage from his neighbors or to the next house.
The old man began to inject one by one the solution he had put into his syringe, although the pertir flashes continued to strike the sky, from one dark cloud to another dark cloud will never undo his intentions.
Seriate...
