Post by Ace on Aug 14, 2007 5:27:10 GMT -10
Horatio was cleaning his garage. It had been a hard task and a dirty task, but he had managed, like always. He had thrown away some stuff and kept other, he had given some stuff for charity. There had been junk, but he had also found treasures... like this box.
It had been so long. It had been years or was it decades, when he had last seen these ten pieces of what was left of a mighty army of redcoats. But then again these ten pieces where the most important, most treasured. Their coats, that had once been red and the buckles, that has once been shiny, were worn out by time and many games. He smiled a little smile, not sad, not happy, a little nostalgic smile that brought back memories, he thought long gone.
A young boy was playing in the backyard of a house. His shorts were dirty and his shirt had seen cleaner days, in his left pocket he had a frog and in the other pocket was something as disgusting as in the left one. His knee was bleeding, but he didn't care. Following ants was much more interesting than a bleeding knee, but this was to be expected for he was a boy, a wild boy, full of mischief, but he was not a naughty boy.
"Horatio!" he heard a voice calling for him. "Horatio, come here."
He lifted his head and smiled. He left the ants and ran to the owner of the voice, his smile outshining the sun.
"Hey there little lad. I have something for you." said the voice, so full of love for the little boy. "Here you go."
Horatio was given a present. The box wasn't big, but it wasn't a small either.
"Open it" he heard someone say, like it was a million miles aways. All his attention was on the box. But then he registered what the voice had told him to do and he did just that. He ripped the paper off the box and lifted the lid and peeked inside.
He gasped and his eyes grew big as he stared at the ten tin soldiers, their redcoats clean and buckles shiny.
He looked up and said "Thank you mummy" and hugged her.
Horatio smiled again and gently he put back the tin soldier he had picked up while he was riding the memory lane. He placed the lid back on the box and stood up, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye and went inside.
The box. The box came in with him.
It had been so long. It had been years or was it decades, when he had last seen these ten pieces of what was left of a mighty army of redcoats. But then again these ten pieces where the most important, most treasured. Their coats, that had once been red and the buckles, that has once been shiny, were worn out by time and many games. He smiled a little smile, not sad, not happy, a little nostalgic smile that brought back memories, he thought long gone.
A young boy was playing in the backyard of a house. His shorts were dirty and his shirt had seen cleaner days, in his left pocket he had a frog and in the other pocket was something as disgusting as in the left one. His knee was bleeding, but he didn't care. Following ants was much more interesting than a bleeding knee, but this was to be expected for he was a boy, a wild boy, full of mischief, but he was not a naughty boy.
"Horatio!" he heard a voice calling for him. "Horatio, come here."
He lifted his head and smiled. He left the ants and ran to the owner of the voice, his smile outshining the sun.
"Hey there little lad. I have something for you." said the voice, so full of love for the little boy. "Here you go."
Horatio was given a present. The box wasn't big, but it wasn't a small either.
"Open it" he heard someone say, like it was a million miles aways. All his attention was on the box. But then he registered what the voice had told him to do and he did just that. He ripped the paper off the box and lifted the lid and peeked inside.
He gasped and his eyes grew big as he stared at the ten tin soldiers, their redcoats clean and buckles shiny.
He looked up and said "Thank you mummy" and hugged her.
Horatio smiled again and gently he put back the tin soldier he had picked up while he was riding the memory lane. He placed the lid back on the box and stood up, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye and went inside.
The box. The box came in with him.