“ twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-...” whispered Todd for himself as he avoided the twenty-sixth tile in the floor, along with the thidteenth, the thirtyninth and the fifty second.
“It’s not just a red marvel, Gix” finally said Todd, after moving some invisible bodies of air around him
“Whatever... just help me move this boxes, will you?” said his tired sister
Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty, thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four, and so Todd started lifting the boxes into the attic, anyone would think that those fragile arms wouldn’t do the job, but he was not complaining. And they went on without talking, as he kept moving that little red marvel in patterned cycles around his fingers.
“You know you have to put that back once we’re done right?” Asked Gina, after lifting a big one, she had that expression which tells you that she knew exactly the answer, but yet she tried.
“Dad would’ve wanted me to have it” said Todd, almost whispering
“Dad would’ve want you to move on, and to remember him, as he is now, in the past, not to stick to some stupid toy” said Gina
“Shut up!” he shouted “Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!” he sistematically repeated
“Todd, I’m just worried about you, you haven’t cried ever since dad died, you haven’t called mom since the funeral, you are failing at school again!” said Gina
“The lady of the yellow dress, the lady of the yellow dress...” he went on, almost like chanting, he was interrupted when he accidently, or not, dropped the box.
“I’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry, i’m sorry” he said, as he kept lifting and droping the box three times.
“Its time for your pills” the two heard
“511, its time for you to wake up” said the voice
So he woke up, surrounded by an agitated nurse and security agents.
By I’m the penguin