The boy didn't mean any harm, or so he told his mother. He had been playing, throwing pebbles into the river to see the water splash in miniature rainbows. The bird had flown by at the right -or is it the wrong?- moment, getting hit in the head and dying.
His mother had said to forget it all, it clearly wasn't his fault. The little boy had feigned sadness but he knew different.
He had tried to hit the bird many times. He wanted to know how it felt to kill something. Well, today he had finally managed. And the bird had sunken in the fast flowing waters, disappearing in an instance.
Then, all the sudden, the boy had noticed a hollow in the world. A hollow once filled by the bird's colors and song.
Fear had reached his heart. For taking beauty from the wo...
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