The citizens of Cefalù all lead a carefree life. One of their favorite activity is to have a walk on the beach after dinner. Especially on such a clear evening.
"Can you tell me a story, grandpa?" A little girl requests to an old man bent in two by time, who walks with a cane in hand.
"Oh, hmm... I'm going to tell you a story about sirens."
"I've heard it already!" The five-years-old giggles, squeezing her grandfather's hand.
"Hum... Why not Snow White?"
"I've heard about that one too. I want the other story!"
"What story, little one?" The old man laughs.
"Tell me the story of the poster outside the cinema," the girl asks. "There is a man who is wearing a silver pin that looks like a feather."
"Oh, this one..." The old man hesitates and looks at the sunset.
"Come on, grandpa!"
He hesitates but starts telling the story anyway. "First, this pin represent of a peacock's feather." He chuckles. "Once upon a time... A brave man who was working as a journalist for a journal named the Gotham News..."
"What's a journalist, grandpa? Are they real?" the little girl chirps.
"Journalists? Of course! I used to know an amazing one. A journalist..." The old man chuckles and looks at the horizon. He smiles. "...A journalist is someone who always seeks the truth and reveals it to the world, no matter what the price to pay."
They keep walking on the beach, leaving only their footsteps in the sand.
The end.
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Ok so the ending is open to your interpretation lol
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