Story #5

He looked at the sea, the smell of salt and rotten seaweed made him meditative and reflective. His thoughts wandered away, they flew to distant and unknown places, accompanied by the longing to know. Just to know. The bird made him feel heavy – he wanted to fly, too, and the steel on his chest and arms suddenly felt like a type of concrete. His right arm was lying on the handle, safe – waiting.

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