Friday, April 29, 2011


He slided out with a crumbled back and strong shoulders. He looked annoyed and wondered around. some scratchy, small sounds of a crow came out of him.
Good God!
It was him!
It was the boss. From that moment when he was out. He showed with all his being that he was a boss. Contempt and strong.
Would you like to cut the string, the nurse asked.
I nodded and made the cut.
He was layed up to her chest.
I watched his firm and powerful, small back. His mouth searched for milk.
And I was sold. Sold to the boss.

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