It was morning. The sunlight peeked through each of the cracks between the wooden planks in the stable. I looked to my right, wiping all of the hay to assess if Misha was there. He wasn’t. I looked to my left, did the same thing. He wasn’t there, either.
I wasn’t too worried, considering Misha is almost never at the stable in the morning (but I still looked around the stable just to make sure he didn’t go somewhere; he wasn’t here). Knowing he would return sometime throughout the day, I started my daily routine. I walked out of the stable, but not normally as I used to. Ever since the incident, I watched my feet when I walked, and walked close to the buildings. Like I told Misha, “Try to make yourself invisible.” But then, I remembered he got hit by a car. I winced. I…show more content… “What a lovely time to see you,” he said, grinning. “Here are some chunks I brought for the orphans,” I said, handing him the coals. He patted my back softly, leading me inside. “Have you seen Misha anytime today?” I asked him. “Yes. In fact, I let him in last night to stay over. Foolish boy was trying to get the orphans to come out and ride the merry-go-round,” he said laughing. I was mad. Not just mad, disappointed. I tell him everyday he is going to get shot again if he goes out past curfew. I figured this time, if I chose not to fuss at him at all, and waste energy, he would listen.
“So, where is he now?” I asked turning my head from side-to-side until I saw a little boy with a yellow stone around his neck. “I think you have figured that out yourself.”
On the walk home, I kept my distance from him (at least three or four feet), and was always walking in front of him. I made no eye contact. He did the same. At last, when we got home, Misha laid down, and said: “I’m truly sorry,” said Misha, as I turned around and went out for
