Bruno was bored. He dragged a heavy tire toward the large oak tree. The afternoon sun shined down on the garden, and the house remained deathly silent behind him. Because he was desperate for some kind of adventure, he decided to build a swing to pass the boredom. The rough texture of the rope burned his palms while the smell of damp earth and old rubber filled his lungs as he struggled to knot the swing to a sturdy branch. Total disaster.
“Help me, please!” he cried out after the rope snapped.
Why did it have to be the strange, thin waiter who saw him cry? Pavel carried him inside, washed the bloody wound, and applied a clean white bandage with expert hands. He realized that the man who peeled potatoes was once a doctor who saved lives.
