The lotus flower

By Roberto Pannozzo

Kevin, is preparing to go to the usual after dinner appointment with friends, but this time a girl from particular look, will change his plans, making him discover a world he had never imagined exist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Roberto Pannozzo
• Release date: Jun 7, 2013
• ISBN: 9788868550127

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The Lotus Flower

by Roberto Pannozzo

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The last rays of sun hit the table yet laid for dinner, when Kevin finished dinner, cleared the table and went to get ready, while her mother finished preparing the dishwasher. It was half past eight on a warm summer evening and the sun at sunset, tinged the sky with some variations such as red. Kevin went to his room, took the torch and said goodbye to his mother to exit. He knew that it was necessary to reach their destination about half an hour then wasted no more time, because he did not want to wait for his friends. Released from the front door and greeted his father, busy in the garden, and more cheerfully Sparky, a dog wolf about six months he had had as a gift for his twelve years as usual and fell on him to make him a party. He was on his way to greet him, made him a party and hung around for a hundred yards, not over, after which he sat. He used to wait for a signal Kevin, if you get far once called him to bring with him, and he ran to reach the anticipated staying two steps ahead, on the contrary if you did not call him waiting for it to disappear from sight and then go home. Once went out of the house and Sparky came back, Kevin started down the path. He loved that time of year and especially this time of night. At that particular time of day, it was as if nature offered a unique spectacle. The sinking sun tinged the sky with a palette worthy of an artist, the crickets chirped in the background, the fireflies twinkling stars that seemed descended to earth and the scent of various plants in the air, moreover, was cool. So it was the perfect time to go for walks. He walked down the street, although to be honest it was not really a road, but a middle way between the trail and path, wide enough to allow the passage of a car, but also quite slippery, not to exceed in speed. This trail crossed before the wheat fields for a couple of miles and then skirting a forest,