“My father must have been too old to get on the carousel.” He blabbered throughout the way. He picked up the pebbles on his shirt and on the open side of his trousers. ” I must make that old hag coat heavier so that Mom wouldn’t have any strength to dash it out. If I look like my dad, I must protect it”
He stopped at a sight where a man was standing between two buckets. ” If I could borrow that buckets, my old hag coat is rescued” A Man on his beard was setting a trap with a thousands of knots and the bucket was an end zone for the breathless fishes. “ oh! the little guy, do want these salvation on your hunger, pay me a bucks then”
“What is a bucks? Is it another form of buckets, where the fishes have been killed?”
“A bucks where a greed drools, a paper made bucks! Are you hiding there oh boy?”
” That one!” he screamed “ the one my friend brags about” He emptied his pocket and the pebbles showered out. “ I don’t even owe a cent. I am in need of that bucket. Two full buckets of pebbles and my mom would not get rid off of old hag coat”
” bucket, an old hag coat, mom” his beard stammered. ” Take a fish instead, boy”
He locked in that fish inside his pocket and ran off to the door, he slammed before.
she loves grilled fish. my dad used to bring grilled fishes for dinner. my nanny told me
” Mom! look what have I brought?” he raised the breathless fish higher and banged on the delicate roof.
She grinned and came closer to his son “ Choke me with a raw fish, will you?
“I am gonna grill it mom, you will love it”
” you are Continuing (Daily Post) to look like your dad”
“MOM! stop it. I’m tired of hearing the same words” he hiccuped his tears into the floor.
” Those same non guilty eyes I loathe the most” her nails prickled beneath his eyes
Aleashaa 
This is really beautiful and very raw. I love it. 🙂
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Thank you! 🙂
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