She was standing in a crowded market, looking around for a bargain. Out of the corner of her eye, past the bustling bodies haggling over the price of turnips, she saw a little child lying down on a metallic plate.
The plate looked hot, but the child looked fine, as if in therapy of some sort. Fascinated by what it could be, she continued to watch. As smoke began to waft past her, she noticed that the child's back had begun to char.
The child did not move.
She looked for other signs, but all the immobilised child did was look back. She wanted to walk away, she thought the child was dead. But a little voice inside her told her to pick it up. And so she did.
She took the child into her arms and sang to it. She couldn't remember what she sang, but she held the child tight. Slowly, the child stirred and broke into a smile.
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very touching story especially for the part, "but all the immobilised child did was look back," and, "She couldn't remember what she sang, but she held the child tight. Slowly, the child stirred and broke into a smile."
Posted by: Nazmi at 2003年08月14日 18:03