Later that day I got out from the cabin
Surprised he was still there
I didn't know he has this kind of patience
Making some pocketed thing
Watching silently
Tried to walk near him and sat beside him
I asked out of the yellow what was it
Nothing, he said
And moved it to his pocket
Grabbed my hand
Pulling me to stand
Then walked me to my cabin
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Hyacinthus
Short StoryA story of modern Hyacinthus. Where Clayton Rodgers found himself in a summer camp for his kind and one thing lead to another. Copyright 2016 Alessio Fierr Cover by lucasdaydream
