Friday, March 11, 2011

post 7

The carnival was in town. If not for that, Hans would have enjoyed the spring weather. The sky was blue and the sun kissed his sad face in a way that made him almost handsome. “Heute ist eine neue Tag…” The thought somehow made him happy. It meant something he had never had: a new start. No one had ever given him a second chance…
A busload of kids was unloading. Their tiny voices made Hans’s head hurt. Pastor Dan was standing on the street preaching about the evils of the carnival. Swinehundt… Königin walked next to him, a quiet reminder that sanity still existed in the world. Hans stood for a moment and looked at the carnival. Nobody would ever let him into that place. They took one look and decided he wasn’t worth it. Hans looked at the ferris wheel. It stopped after every rotation. “Just like me.” thought Hans. “As soon as I get rolling, I hit a snag.” Suddenly, he realized there were tears on his cheeks. Königin nuzzled his hand. “Danke, mein Rose. Ich bin sehr trauig… Ich will nach Hause gehen… Los gehts.” Man and dog turned away from the shouts and laughter and walked towards the sun. They did not look back until the carnival was out of sight.

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