LITTLE MICHAEL WITH PHONE
Michael closed the door and knew, at the moment, he had made a mistake. He was unable to open it then. He was in there, alone, without any exit: no other doors or windows. Just THAT door.
He put the mobile phone on another room, meaning he was absolutely cut off the exterior.
The room was empty, dark and dirty. He just sat down on the floor and cried. He cried so much until he ran out off tears and fell asleep.
When he woke up in the morning he searched for some food in his bag. He ate a banana and stayed there, upset, all the morning.
At four thirty he heard a noise coming out of the room: his mum's voice. He shouted and there she was. His mommy.
They went home and ate a pizza together. That was the day in which Michael loved his mum the most.
MINISAGA (50 words):
A STRANGE DOLL
When I was smaller, I used to go to the park with mum. It was her who gave me a doll to play with. I have always like it. In 1967, I was letting it down the slide when it started to fly. She went away.
I WAS JUST PUSHED DOWN
Yesterday I was waiting for my mum to come in a cafe. I had told her to pick me up there the day before, as I knew it was going to rain. I was going to get out of the premises to get into the car when a man pushed me down. I was there, lying on the road while everybody was walking around without noticing. I was in shock. The shock increased when I was trying to stand up: a man dressed in white took my hand gently. He told me not to worry, everything was OK.
During my lifetime, I had never imagined such a stupid death. God was an old man with a kind face, so I didn't groan or cry: I was safe.