Sunny Days of June

The sun in high in the sky. It is almost 2pm. I am reading a book lying on the green grass of my inner garden. What a lovely day ! Just a fex more pages and then I'll know who killed Hanna. I think I have discovered the guilty one but this author is a master of suspense therefore I may be wrong in my conclusions. Suddenly, my phone rang in my pocket. Dad. He knew it was my day off. I had been working for more than two months now and I was starting to feel pain in my back and my neck because of all the time I would spend behind the counter. That was not an unpleasant job but sometimes customers became so annoying that I had to control myself in order not to be mean with those eternal dissatisfied. But what choices did I have ? I needed to make money. Well let's go back to that phonecall. I answered the phone instantly. My dad had a very strange voice and I knew from that second that something had happened. He just said one sentence : "Toby killed Hanna." and then he hung up. I tried to call him back but he must have turn off his mobile phone just after revealing me the name of the murderer. As far as I could remember he had nod read that book, I had just bought it a few days ago. Furthemoren my father did not have a single book in his room. What the hell was going on ?

Here I am. I am done with my teenage years. I had finally understood the why and the how ; the reason why I was sent on earth. Until then, several hypothesis had grown in my mind, from the most scatterbrained – the Indians needed a spy in the West and charged me to blend in with the crowd of that people in order to understand better their needs and actions – to the most utopian – I was the last-born of the Avengers and just like my fellow super heroes, soon or later I’ll discover my superpower that will enable me to save people I love and why not the entire planet – by some moments of lucidity – my parents wanted to have sex, my mother had stopped taking her pills 2 days before, and I was just the result of a logical consequence of actions of which the beginning had no other founding principle but love. Love, this is precisely what we should talk about – that wild beast that consumes you much more often than embraces you. Do you believe in love? I do not. And yet, I love, I have loved and I will surely love. Absurdity ! would you say. No way. It is not useless to contradict yourself. All the small inner fights we lead are no more than excessive outpourings of both heart and brain mixed together. Don’t be afraid by what you just read. No one is supposed to understand the whole thing I’m trying to express. My world is a mess and getting in there requires lots of sacrifices.

Life’s a choice you ought to do

Fight for yourself and not for two

Before you know the end is near

Raising voice causes painful ear

Settling what’s right in the mind

The joy and hope of who’s been kind

What comes next brings it back

The look of this aching gap

Dreaming and thinking are just tools

Decisions, actions break the rules

Henceforth it’s useless trying

Nothing is better than doing

Judith was frightened by the idea of clarifying the situation with her daughter. She owed her the truth, but she wondered about the bad reaction the child could have, facing the news. Henceforth, she had no other choice but to tell her, it was going to change her life forever and whether she would be happy or not with it, it was necesserary to end this period of mystery between the two girls of the house. Judith would never have figured out what was going to happen this day after the revelation, because if she had known, she would have changed her decision and tried to find some other way to deal with what she was going through. Time was short. Children do not have a real idea of time passing by. They just do what they are told to. They become some kind of toy for the parents who mostly enjoy taking care -in that case- of that pretty little doll. Judith's brain was about to burst out. Too much questions in it, too much incertainty, too much hesitations. She looked at her watch. 4.37pm. Time for a snack. The big news would wait.

Mary was an only child. She had always been conscious of her chance to be the only preocupation of her parents. She never used to be jealous about the other kids of her age because she thought they were the ones who were the most unlucky persons in the world. Indeed, she was treated like a little princess. In the suburbs of Paris, where she lives, she has always been called "Princess Mary" by the neighbours and the shopkeepers of the neighbourhood. Mary was having great time at home with her parents. They cared about their little girl and they wanted her to know that so they did all they could to give her everything she wanted and needed. She never lacked something. 

On this sunny day of June, she was playing in her garden with her dad. When her mother came to see them to announce them a big news, she had no idea her world was about to collapse.