Fight For A Flower

ere was an evocative silence, of those who became uncomfortable

e pause away and turns the "endless" moment into terminable. A sound, so

phrases, and the occasional "hmp". The last thing was the click of the device when the call was cut off. A few steps came out of the room, go

up on her left foo

d up at some poi

, trying to sound as serio

rned the gesture with a barely

e style, and a rough grin on his face that Hannibal would surely envy. He was wearing jeans and a gray shirt and a little frayed at

etting up. The boy just gave him a scrutinizing signa

e that could be translated as "Put it on and let's go." Santino didn

hed it over her blouse, and covered the detail

g to die waiting for ten or fifteen minutes" said Santin

I'm in a hurry?" Luke

ture. And being his older brothe

Where the hell are

tant gleam in Luke's ice-cold eyes gav

aring at his insolen

proud glint of the eyes burned, there would already be a fire of biblical scales in the four streets around th

, slightly breaking the visual an

on with a dry growl. She opened the door. She came out first, pausing on the thr

approached her. He was holding the door handle, r

ompared to his father's. A sign that he had seen many times lately "Don't forg

ing eye contact "I'll come if I can and I want to" he

lipped away with her typical impudence. It was not the first time that he perceived such a show of affection coming from his

face and the rays of the sun were already lighting up the streets and its sur

pparently everything seemed to be against him

have a

ce echo in his head

ke to say

t the warm memory of t

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en he is having a good day or a bad day. You never know exactly what this is due to, but

and disappointing routine. Slow, very slow. Some damn way the span from ten in th

ed the main avenue of Kuri. That austere property in which he had spent the last five years, became his personal "dungeon", repeatedly

hat, with his inexperienced eighteen years, he wondered how he might have been put in charge of ninety percent of the family business; At that young age, he still felt that the business chair in the

from Kuri, and his father's knee. Five months tied to crutches, with a mechanical splint on his inju

ly eighteen years old, wasn't that amazing news? Something worth putting on one of the best front pages of Kuri's diary: "The young first-born of

ic. And God had a tw

ause the rest of the Lux were "bread with the same"), not even cutting everything he represented as "his own life." of him "of him. Three months before his father's jarring "demolition attempt" against that innocent bard, h

marry a company? ... or the manager of one. And one afternoon, just when he had planned to leave the office early (and he did) and surprise her with a bouquet of roses, the surprise changed the individual, being him ... and not because of a

imately that management and administratio