He is ugly and sad... but he is all love.
He is ugly and sad... but he is all love.
The only thing he could do to stay alive was not to allow himself the anguish of that memory. He erased it from his mind, although from time to time in the years that were left to him he would feel it revive, with no warning and for no reason, like the sudden pang of an old scar.
This was his world, he said to himself, the sad, oppressive world that God had provided for him, and he was responsible to it.
An artisan without memories, whose only dream was to die of fatigue in the oblivion and misery of his little gold fishes.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories