Posted by: soofía | 03/04/2010

Playground 19

His grandfather used to go every morning to and old apartment in Westmoreland Street. Mike pursued him closely, but quietly, so that his grandfather didn’t discover him.
His grandfather came to an old wooden staircase and rang at the door on the top floor. Mike waited downstairs, at the door, and he tried to read the names on the mailboxes. His heart skipped a beat. On top floor mailboxes he could read ‘Gerard Smith’.
-How strange- he thought. And he decided to run back home before his grandfather discovered him there.
One hour later, his grandfather returned home. His face was calm, it was as if that his face had changed. He looked happy suddenly. He had even bought chocolates for Mike and his mother.

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