first few nights he was at home in front of the fireplace to watch TV and warm hands stiff with a nice cup of steaming tea. That however, was under a black umbrella to shelter from a heavy rain.
The cold air almost hurt the nostrils, it was so clean and fine, while the ground was wet with relief out of his black shoes hiking. He walked slowly, as an idler, even had a date in that respect campaign that increasingly resembles a swamp green and black because of bad weather. Left behind imprints of soft mud engaged in an attempt to trample the shallow puddles, often without being able to avoid them. After a short ride so bumpy, was in view of the park, where stone benches and tall trees dripping incessantly like the black clouds in the afternoon. It was impossible to sit and wait for someone to stay in that place was crazy. Instead he felt like he could bend over to get himself to the heat that was enough to indurgli courage and patience and, at the same moment, a sudden splash and light from behind him, called him back to attention. Face, a pitiful whine accompanied the sight of a puppy dog, completely drenched in rain, which wanted to get close to him understood, however, for safety behind the stone base of a bench. His eyes were as bright as the reflection of the hair wet. The little he needed to be helped, but then turned away again and a muffled trill his attention. It was the phone, put in his coat pocket, which announced a text message revealed by a small letter in the flashing display. Insistent. And worrying.
If you get a sms when you are in a park alone and deserted, while the sky pours all the water on earth and kept it for millennia, especially while aspects to meet your ex-wife, with whom it seems that the reports are being, perhaps, to renew or mend, well, things may not go your way.
The dog continued to rub the hair in the rasping of the stone bench with teary eyes turned toward him, but the sms was undoubtedly an urgent priority.
Finally read the message, then smiled mockingly. The irony was directed at himself and had the same value as a punishment, like a lash in your hands for stealing, if we want to avoid comparison with a bullet to the head for killing. Maybe your wife.
He put the phone in his coat pocket without much thought, and closed umbrella. He threw it on the bench and started soaking wet with rain. Perhaps, drinking water directly from the source, namely the angry sky that night, he wanted to erase from memory the words that had just read is indeed a great disappointment ... the renunciation of his former wife, writing "I am very torn and confused ... I'm sorry, I need far more layers to understand what I really want, the more bitter than he had ever thought. After separation, years later, in fact, was able to accept it, but since she had reviewed and as soon as she had so much closer together as suggestive since then had again lost her head for her and her short blond hair. Hair as a child, as her saucy, big blue eyes that seemed to inquire into the minds of those who spoke. He liked to put his fingers through his short hair, ruffled a bit 'and get them to play and loved to laugh when she suddenly showing the entire world, but especially to him, the whiteness of her perfect teeth. What happened during the past life together, which had destroyed their relationship? Needless to recall and looking for one or multiple responses, perhaps vain attempt because, after all, the only thing that united them was physical attraction they felt toward each other. Strong enough to temporarily cancel differences in the past he had strayed. But this time, was the last. If the promised himself, and his coat became heavy and annoying enough to get him to remove it. I swore to himself, now that his shirt clung to his chest and shoulders. But I doubt it, too, and finally, when the rain joined in her tears of anger toward an indistinct responsibility.
He opened his eyes, hitherto kept tight with his face turned to the hood of the cloudy sky, feeling the dog's body that is rubbing the leg of his pants ... I saw a small, desolate, aim the nose at his mercy. Finally he managed to overcome fear and intrepid, had approached him for help.
had arrived so time to retrace his steps. Shooting coat and umbrella to move towards the path from which he came, taking the cotton out of breath from his right arm and chest soaked. However this time was not alone. His trembling little friend was trying to show him all his gratitude, and perhaps understand it, continuing to lick his hand quickly and watching with curiosity and good expectations. In return, he hoped that the warmth dall'esserino confident that relied totally on his welcoming arms, was in fact a new beginning, a new departure which would lead to something good.
* * GiorgiaM
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