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ENGJan Schouten says:
DRAGONFLIES DON’T STING, THEY SAY.
8 February 2011, 10:41
Look! Staff nurse Hessing has left my window open!
It was bound to happen. He’s not been himself recently.
But what a golden opportunity, can’t let it go!
Look at my dragonfly, her silver wings, they’re trembling
with excitement. They’ll carry me upstairs later, just as
Papa promised me. ‘You’re my sweet girl,’ he’d said,
‘Here’s a brooch, specially for you, when you’re feeling a
bit down.’ ‘And,’ Papa whispered in my ear,‘ listen,
sweetie, don’t cry, listen to Papa!’
When you’re feeling a bit down, spread your wings. Soar like a dragonfly, Francisca, higher and higher: like the lightest feather, like the whitest cloud. And think of me. Everything will be fine.’
From the seventh floor, Francisca came down. It was Hessing who found her, stretched out in the flower bed.
Her head was at a funny angle. But the smile on her lips! And what about the brooch in her hand? A dragonfly, sparkling in the morning sunshine!
It reminded Hessing of his own daughter. She was not doing
so well, she was feeling a bit down recently.
He put the brooch in his pocket, the patient didn’t need it
any more. Perhaps the beautiful dragonfly would cheer his
daughter up, since she was feeling a bit down.
Photography: www.sparkleshop.nl
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