When he opened them, he saw the warm bright sky, shining aloud like it had before, peaceful and serene, without a care of clouds.

Greg found himself on the ground, in front of the bench, lying on his knees, chest and chin.

He saw people walking around, little girls with dollies in their hands, women wearing small heels and vaporous dresses, men dressed casual. All of them had in common one thing, joviality.

Because he didn't care much for the smell of cobblestone, he stood up and cleaned himself up, then looked under the bench and saw nothing there.

After he threw the wrappers from his crepes in the bin, he headed back to the hospital.

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Comment by Diana E. Backhouse on February 9, 2013 at 3:42pm

I hope things will begin to get sorted out when he gets back to the hospital.

Comment by Adrian George Nicolae on February 9, 2013 at 12:58pm

Thank you, Angela.

Joey, I so badly want to turn this into a tragedy so Greg won't have that, but on the bigger scale, it's more about Paul, than Greg. 

Comment by Joey Delgado on February 9, 2013 at 9:39am

'All of them had one thing in common, joviality.' Hopefully Greg will have that one day. Nice installment.

Comment by Angela on February 9, 2013 at 8:33am

Your first sentence is the most lovely thing you have written thus far.  I wish it was mine.

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