CHILDREN'S ADVENTURE
It was just dawning. The Cyclops eye of the Sun still rose above the horizon, still asleep and blind. While the others were sleeping in a small wooden house, I, a small, toddler, sneaked out among the bers. He welcomed being a prosecutor like a good old family member. Tiny little fish swam, like the industrious embryos tickling between my legs.
The boat rocked gracefully and meekly against the calm, clear foam. As if he was just waiting for me to wear it! free me from the captivity of the prodigal sheep. My tiny legs were wounded by the broken reed leaf, and while the tiny molecules of my blood fell in millions of pieces into the deepening water, I tied the rope and started rowing with my chubby arms. I hit my little paper pick on the head: "O Captain! The waves of the sea were waiting!"
My little boat greedily foamed the crested waves under my Sisyphean body, and although I couldn't handle the tons of oars, I was my own master both inside and outside. And the distance grew, the yawning distance; The hills of Tihany were frightening from up close.
There was a big upheaval, perpatvar. Everyone in the small village was already looking for me and the police were sent out to see if they could bring me back! And when the sun had gone down into a pool of blood, and he had dozed off, two strong men pulled the little boat out. Perhaps I was human at the dawn of my childhood; even in its vulnerability, it's a little bice-boca orphaned cuckoo egg!
"Hey, you kid?" He took it and created it! I'll dust your ass if you do that again!" - the threatening word snapped like a whip in a shrill, neurotic way. I stepped aside in shame and preferred not to punch him!
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Written on August 28, 2023
Submitted by oasev on August 27, 2023
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