The sound of the No.53 Haydn sonata echoes through the halls of the 18th century mansion. A middle aged woman is sitting behind a black grand piano located at the center of the room. With her eyes closed she sways back and forth letting the music flow through her thin, ardent body. The sleeves on her elegant white house dress are rolled up to her elbows to maximize mobility. Any living human could testify to the lack of concentration on her face as her hands flow freely along the black and white keys. The peace was undoubtedly rather trivial for her skills.
The room is a very subtle shade of white as the exterior light pours in through the tall, wide windows filling the room with a ...view middle of the document...
Without saying a word, she slides back the black leather covered piano bench to allow her to stand up. She slowly makes her way towards the young boy lying on the ground and taps him on the shoulder. Max puts his crayon down on the floor beside him and looks up at his mother. Using a few simple hand gestures, she tells him that supper is ready and they must go eat. The boy smiles and before standing up, he puts the blue crayon in his pocket. He then runs out of the room to go wash his hands like he does every day before supper.
As they sit there, on opposite sides of the long wooden table filled with a rewarding amount of food, Max and his father smile at each other and try to refrain from eating without the requisite presence of Mrs. Werner. As soon as they see Mrs. Werner approaching down the hall, the two of them dig in and start eating like men who haven’t seen so much as a loaf of bread in a life time. After a few minutes of eating Max becomes full and sits there motionless while his parents eat and talk. Max would very much like to hear what they are saying but he has been deaf since the moment he was born. He can only imagine what the two adults are talking about while sipping on their glasses of red wine.
The young boy’s concentration shifts towards the large wooden double doors which lead in to the garden. Mrs. Warner notices this and as much as she would like to isolate her precious son from the dangers of the outside world, knows that she cannot keep him inside forever. She signals him with a nod towards the door and the boy leaves the table with a smile.
Max walks through the enormous and remote garden as if he knew it like the back of his own hand. He loved to be outside and breathe the fresh air while discovering new, never before seen things and areas. These walks had become a regular trend in Max’s life, the outdoors was the only place he felt like he belonged, like nothing was wrong with him, he felt accepted.
After a few dozen minutes of walking in-between trees and shrubs, Max is beginning to feel the boredom set in as he walks by the same tree for the third time. He leans against one of the trees with his back and looks up at the gray colorless sky. Motionless, he stands there not making any sounds, just examining the sky and his surroundings. Whilst looking up at the clouds, he notices a black crow fly down and land on an old tree stump not too far away. He straightens up and starts to approach the large black and mysterious bird. As soon as the animal notices the young boy, they lock eyes. Max keeps walking towards the bird with great curiosity, putting one foot in front of the other whilst never breaking eye contact with the crow. Suddenly he trips over a moss covered stone and finds himself in free fall as his light body moves further and further away from the light and closer and closer to the pit of darkness. The boy is now lying on the cold ground, gasping for the air that he lost on impact...