Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more
December 1986 Sardinia, Italy
"Mamma dove sei?" wobbly sound resonated within the high pillars of a magnificent Villa as small uneven steps climbed up the ebony tiled staircase, Innocent little face scanned the limitless area but there was no sound except the shriveled movement of something that the little boy was familiar with, his petite feets stepped over the carpeted hallway of the above floor as he looked both ways where the elongated path led to.
"Mamma..?" The boy called out again but only the familiar sound prevailed, he then with his short timid steps covered the distance and stood before the high detailed and precisely carved wooden door.
He gently twisted the doorknob with his tiny fingers and the warmth of the sunlight embraced his face, Now he knew what that familiar sound was as he saw the woman with long brown hair swinging on the rocking chair at a slow pace.
"Mamma! Andiamo fuori gioco!" The boy said lovingly but neither did she turn nor did she speak, the boy silently waited staring at her moving figure.
"Mamma..?" The boy couldnt see the woman entirely as her back was the only thing visible to him.
He knew not why she wasn't answering him as she had never done so before, something wasn't right and the fear of uncertainty was gripping the poor child.
The little boy finding no choice gathered up all his courage and stepped forward to look at the woman who had given him birth. Her green eyes met his green ones.
"Mamma.." she just watched him motionlessly. The little boy touched her angelic face but she didnt move nor did she reach for him to hold him in her arms, her eyes weren't even blinking just seemed bereft of life.The boy then anxiously clutched onto her clothes and shook her up.
"Mamma! Parla con me!" But the boy noticed something that his eyes could scarcely believe. Her beautiful white satin dress was turning into a more horrifying color. A color that's seen when the person's injured. His eyes grew wide as the dark color started spreading from her stomach down to her legs and slowly the dark liquid reached upto his tiny shoes. He looked at his hands and found the dreadful color on his palms. That's when the emotions spiralled out of control within the boy and burst out in the form of an ungodly scream.
"MAMMA!"
The butler was startled by the noise. He immediately turned around to look at his Master. He saw him in the dimlight intensely staring at his own hands and breathing heavily. Sweat glistening on his forehead, trickling down his bare chest. His terrified expression wasnt something new for the Butler. He sighed and then pushed aside the curtains to fill the room with sharp morning sunlight.
"Chiuderlo Antonio!" The butler turned around and saw his Master holding up his hand to block the sunrays directly falling on his face.
"Buongiorno! Master Carlo" He bowed slightly with a pleasant smile
"There's nothing good about this morning, Antonio." His Master spoke sternly as he rubbed off the sweat from his face and reached for the pack of cigarettes kept on the side table. He quickly grabbed one with his lips and burned the tip with his lighter. He then got up from his king size bed and walked over to his balcony.
"You shouldn't be smoking so early in the morning, Master Carlo..Here have this.." The butler offered a glass of fruit juice on a porcelain tray but his Master's eyes remained fixed on watching the scenic beauty of his entire estate. The butler could see how desperately he wanted the smoke to calm his nerves and blur out what he had felt in his dream. He inhaled-exhaled like his life depended on it.
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