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He was smiling, talking to himself and drawing on the floor with a dark liquid.

We heard noise from Tobias room. We just thought it was another one of his nightmares.

Magali nudged me with her elbow and rolled back over to her side. The light thuds from Tobias’ room continued.

Slowly I climbed out of bed, found my slippers and shuffled over to his room.

The first shock was that he wasn’t in his bed. I thought he must have climbed and fallen over the small wooden railing.

Then I saw him. He sat at the other end of the room. He was smiling, talking to himself and drawing on the floor with a dark liquid.

Blood.

It was all over his face and arms. Continue reading

The Boy with the Paper Hat

Marvyn stumbled into the sandpit while his sister still sat on the stones, unsure what to make of the yellow material in front of her. That day, in early March, I saw the boy for the first time. He was older than most of the other kids, maybe eleven or twelve. his t-shirt and jeans had holes.A paper hat sat slanted on his dirty blond hair.

The boy just stood at the other end of the playground, staring towards the sand and sometimes at the other kids. I remember thinking that he must be cold.

It was Anne’s first time at the playground, at least she wouldn’t remember the first time. For Marvyn it was the first time in a few months – and he was accordingly excited. Marvyn was five. Anne was only one. Continue reading