Short Tale- A man does not cry
Hearing the news, he rushes to the place where he has his best reminiscences.
He reaches the house, but it is the silence that is following the storm. He is elated to imagine silence can only depict the storm has never come.
But he is just a boy how he ever can know “The clearest summer could end in a downpour. Could end in lightning and thunder”. That jaunty boy enters the room imagining how his grandmother will indulge him saying “Come my lil’ boy. Oh no, you are not a boy anymore, you are my lil’ big man”, like she always says.
He opens the door and she is lying on the bed with a smile on her face, eyes are wide open like she is so happy to see him again.
But, does she really smile? She is not moving, why? Finally, the howl of the people around him breaks the silence so bad that he does not understand, is it the doleful dream that he is living or the reality ?
He wants to cry taking the corpse in his arms but he can’t as he is not a boy, he is a man who just can’t cry.