The Boy That Didn’t Like To Hold Hands

For Molly!


The boy met the girl on a Sunday afternoon, at an art gallery. The girl was looking at how the bright colours of the paintings got even brighter in the sun that was coming in, through the large windows and the boy was looking at how the girl’s eyes smile when enjoying the Sunday, the summer, the sun, the colours of the paintings…

The boy took the girl to the lake and the girl said that the sun is the greatest painter of all because it can change colours like no other. It can make water blue or grey, it can make her eyes green or brown, it can make his hair yellow or sandy…He said that the sun is the best therapist of all because it can make you smile just by rising, it can make you fall in love just by setting in a million colours, it can make you feel like a Sunday is the most beautiful day in your life…

The boy and the girl spent many sunny days together. The time was passing and the boy liked the girl more and more. One morning, the girl wanted to hold his hand, because she also liked the boy more and more. But the boy put his hand in his pocket. The girl’s eyes got so sad but her lips kept on smiling. And she held his arm. Sometimes, one needs time to take their hands out of their pockets and hold hands with others. And one might need help and patience and understanding. And more sun in their lives, to make the colours brighter…

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The boy and the girl are walking on a quiet street under the warm morning sun. She is holding his arm. His eyes are changing colours. His blonde hair is getting golden in the sun. He takes his hand out of the pocket and holds the girl’s hand. Keeping his hands in his pockets for so long, he never thought that sometimes, happiness is nothing else but holding someone’s hand in a sunny morning…