The sound of freedom
We had to choose a piece of music we liked or a food that was linked to a memory and write somthing about it.
Worried, Jack looked around him in search of his parents. All he could see instead was a crowd of tourists in a hurry that were coming and going by the carousel. Nobody seemed to notice that he was alone, they were all obsessed with their cameras, trying to find the perfect angle for the perfect souvenir photo.
On most other days, he loved Montmartre, its old merry-go-round and he loved to watch the crowd walking by the Basilica of the Sacred Heart. But it was different this time, he was lost. His parents had disappeared.
Jack decided that he should sit on a bench to wait for his parents. They would soon realize he was missing, wouldn’t they? He approached a bench on which an old lady was sitting. With a surprising energy, she was throwing breadcrumbs to the famished pigeons around her. Jack became quickly angry against everyone around him when he realized his parents were not part of the crowd.
The sun was shining in a cloudless sky and a chilly wind was blowing away the few leaves that had already freed themselves from the trees. It was a common weather for a day of October. The wind made Jack shiver. He had hardly protected his hands in his pockets when he realized that he still had biscuits his mother had given to him. In fact, he was starving.
The biscuits were envelopped in some silver foil, as his mother would do on a school day. Jack loved the texture of the foil and the delicious perfume of the chocolate that flew away up to his nose when he would unwrap the biscuits.
When he was sure that the old lady was gone, and so were the pigeons, he softly unwrapped his snack. He approached the chocolate biscuits to his nose to feel the perfume but he felt nothing. The magic was gone. Even the music arising from the carousel, that sweet music of his childhood, started to annoy him. Undoubtedly, Jack was angry.
He put the biscuits back into the foil and squeezed them so strongly that he could feel them break into crumbs. The ball he was holding in his hand gave him an idea. Since his parents were probably on their way to find him, he should have some fun in the meanwhile.
He stood up and walked to the carousel. Some mothers were placing their children on the fake horses of the merry-go-round. Jack waited for the carousel to start turning and he quickly jumped on it. Nobody noticed him. He took hold of a steel bar that was holding a white wooden horse. Again, he unwrapped the biscuits that were now in shreds and placed them with the foil on the back of the animal. Then, with a loud and childish laugh, he started throwing the crumbs on the tourists that were innocently walking by the attraction.
The show was hilarious. The confused tourist, hit by the biscuit, were glacing around in search of the guilty of the attacks. Jack was taking malicious pleasure in throwing his snack on them. The music of the carousel was resounding in his ears so loudly that he could no longer hear the voices of the people around him.
Jack was about to throw the last crumb he had to an Asian tourist when he felt a pressure on his arm. Suddenly, the carousel and the music stopped. Jack turned around to see who had ended his game. What he saw terrified and comforted him. He was not lost anymore, but it was an angry and ashamed father that had found him.