Literature
Who am I? - FFM_2010_28
When the sunlight fades and the moon replaces the sun, a little boy starts to shiver. In the school's backyard the wait for his mother ends just a few seconds before the last ray shines through the clouds. If the traffic wasn't so deafening one could have heard him sighing, from the backseat, wishing he could control time and the four seasons.
- And why not the world instead? The words escaped from his mouth, while she was applying lipstick yet again. She took a glance at him through the mirror, but his reflection wasn't there. - What are you up to now, Phillip? Her question wasn't