Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsest crimes. Although he had a beautiful face, a sweetlook and a warm smile….So strong to give such a look, and this kind of smile!He has the devil force to represent as an angel. What ahypocrisy!-Don’t speak with loud voice-she said- even the wallshave ears.-I can’t tolerate this look.I got up and I put a table near the wall over it I put achair and I climbed. I took the portrait and pulled it. Ithought for a moment as if I threw him from his throne.-You pulled it but there is a trace on the wall. Lookthe shadow of it.It was a deep one.- They will see it –she said- And what if they put youin prison? Don’t you think of me and the daughter?I stayed a little thinking. She was following me withher eyes. At the end, I decided, I put the portrait on thewall again. I climbed down, took a sheet and I coveredEla, even though his look seemed to go even throughthe sheet.* * *The next day was Sunday.I asked to find a painter but they told me he was inFierza. So I found a bucket and whitewash and a brushand I painted with white paint the inner walls of the tower.I put Ela on her stroller on the shadow of a pomegranatetree, in front of the door. Ema washed the floor223