Posted by: Marta Salgado Castelo | 28/05/2010

Dwarf-in-the-wood’s Beard 5

…I went quickly to help. The horseman was really bad. I called an ambulance. He was unconscious. Doctors took him to hospital. Every day when I left my father’s bakery, I visited him. The horseman didn’t have any family and I didn’t know his name. I was the only one who knew what had happened and I should help. Little by little, without knowing how, I fell in love. I couldn’t stop going to see him a single day. One day, the horseman, woke up. I explained him what had happened. He told me that he couldn’t remember anything, but the last thing he saw was me…

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