Quick Sand # 20-23
What came next was astounding. Yes I miss my wife.I have done everything to honor her, but this continued honoring and rest in peace and prayers for what never came to be continues. This place was her home, born here, and passed here. In honor, the entire community came with dolls. They lined up and prayed individually. Today the people here still continue to leave dolls at my door step and some tie then to the rails. There is no stopping them. This is their way and belief for the past seven years.
Lene Thomsen 27/03/2014 23:13
This gentlemann is very leving = a live :-)regards
Lene
Dieter Geßler 26/03/2014 16:36
Large portrait of the old masters.Greetings Dieter
s. sabine krause 26/03/2014 10:36
he's a lecturer now. and all of a sudden his face looks like a cross between a jinn and… one of the bone-chilling dolls that keep washing up on his doorstep, collectively taunting him. a plot twist that's making us carefully edge closer: he's not the eerie hermit and lord of the dolls after all! he's their receiver, and, in a way, he's also being haunted by them… greetings, sabine.Tania Skaradek 25/03/2014 23:51
Here is a turn in the plot!Sudden and unexpected!
Giving for the entire story completely different color!
It is not easy for one to bear the burden of people's memory. And what a respect for this woman which died seven years ago.
Stunning story!
Regards
Tania
Ken Piros 25/03/2014 23:28
Dog tags, cross, dice all bases are covered. Bars on the windows, picture of his wife on the window sill, propane tanks in the corner to cook and heat with. A view of this mans life in one image.