Wednesday, May 21, 2014

472 - My son the carpenter.

It gave me the creeps to see my son do his job and make the most beautiful  wood coffins ever made, because I knew that if he were to make the littlest mistake and a stake or splinter of wood would jump to his chest and pierce his heart, he would become ashes in seconds and I would lose him forever; but seeing the way his eyes bright when he worked on the wood, made all the risk worth-taking.

The end.

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