There once was a leather ball.
His name was Eric and he was about to be kicked one last time.
His name as the grandfather of the person who played with him.
was an only child and courageous. He had given that name because it reminded him of his ball with his grandfather who went every day for a walk in the city.
One day, shortly before his grandfather died, the boy decided to baptize the ball that it was his grandfather had given him. They had a very strong bond and the thing that most pleased the boy was his grandfather Eric sincerity.
came a day when he got fed up of the old ball, now it had been years since the death of his grandfather, and seeing in the mirror, grown and changed both physically and mentally, could not help but see the ball as Eric object that reminded him of his childhood, his innocence and the aged parents.
now boy, took his ball that he had always thought of as a playmate in the flesh and took it with him. Arriving in the old meeting place in which to spend much time with his grandfather, Eric jumped into the river, where a child stopped to watch the flow of water. Eric
the ball floated in the water and the boy saw that his whole life, just like that river, ran for and was ever so.
ADRIANO RIZZI
I posted one of the stories leaked by the Creative Writing Course.
An exercise done by the boys in 15 minutes time.
A common incipit and their imagination.
We were struck by this short because it differed from the others, not only for the final, but also for the young age of the writer and his creative sensibility.
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