Timothy

Timothy woke up with the sunlight on his face

‘It will be a great day’, he thought

While his mother was calling his name.

Timothy ate, brushed his teeth and cross the door

‘Going to the park will be nice’, he thought

‘Chuck!’, he yelled; he wanted to go with his dog.

Timothy saw the sky getting dark for the clouds

‘The sun is gone’, he thought

While Chuck was watching the rain on the floor.

Timothy decided to come back home

‘It seems a storm’, he thought

Under the rain, Chuck suddenly started to run.

Timothy ran trying to catch Chuck

‘I can’t see a thing because of the rain’, he thought

While without seeing neither the street nor the car, he crossed.

Timothy couldn’t hear the barking of Chuck

He couldn’t thought a thing

There was just blood and the scream of this child’s mom.