Sunday, February 28, 2016

The walk

I had gone for a walk. It was a beautiful autumn afternoon and German shepherd puppy showed very cheerful and playful. When we reached a clearing, the dog stopped as if something or someone had put on guard. Moments later, a groan was heard and then a muffled cry.
My shock was tremendous when behind some bushes I found a baby wrapped in a shawl on a wicker basket. Thinking that maybe her mother was hiding nearby and watch the scene, I tucked her in my arms the baby and wandered around trying to find it.
At a time of the search, the dog stopped again and began barking hard looking in one direction. Nearby, on the floor, she lays a young half-naked woman. She seemed unconscious. Let the baby on the floor and tried to find a pulse on her wrist. She was dead.
After thirty years, that child is married and has two children who call me grandfather. I have never said that he is not my son.

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