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es the black needle’s dance on the wall. The senile windows’ greying frames cannot detain the sounds of the world any longer, but the girl is too far away to hear anything anyway. Just the ticking of the clock rhyming with the beat of her heart. Now that’s a shot that does not need to be captured inside a camera film. It still won’t ever change… The girl is frozen while the clock is not. Mercilessly, with threatening arrogance it hits the frightened black lines squeezed to the edges of the clock.</p><p id="d826">There is a kind of elegance

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in the girl’s slow, almost unnoticeable breathing. She knows deep down that he won’t come, she knows he left them for good, but she’s still waiting. Hope is immortal in children. So what if he hasn’t come yesterday or the day before that or the day before <i>that</i>? He will come today. He will. It’s a true wonder how much energy the empty space between the clock and the girl’s heart can hold. Come, look from here. Do you see it? Do you see how the sunlight transforms her teardrops on the floor into a colorful rainbow?</p></article></body>

The Girl With Grey Eyes [Miniature]

Hope is immortal in children

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The clock is ticking while she’s sitting. Tense but unmoved, she quietly observes the black needle’s dance on the wall. The senile windows’ greying frames cannot detain the sounds of the world any longer, but the girl is too far away to hear anything anyway. Just the ticking of the clock rhyming with the beat of her heart. Now that’s a shot that does not need to be captured inside a camera film. It still won’t ever change… The girl is frozen while the clock is not. Mercilessly, with threatening arrogance it hits the frightened black lines squeezed to the edges of the clock.

There is a kind of elegance in the girl’s slow, almost unnoticeable breathing. She knows deep down that he won’t come, she knows he left them for good, but she’s still waiting. Hope is immortal in children. So what if he hasn’t come yesterday or the day before that or the day before that? He will come today. He will. It’s a true wonder how much energy the empty space between the clock and the girl’s heart can hold. Come, look from here. Do you see it? Do you see how the sunlight transforms her teardrops on the floor into a colorful rainbow?

Fiction
Short Story
Children
Life
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