Víctor Grantz

Here come the warm autumn days; the yellowed trees shed their leaves, decorating the ground in mottled colors: red, orange, yellow.... The streets were empty because today was a holiday, but Victor decided to take advantage of the opportunity and enjoy the solitude and serenity of the park, There were no annoying people or noise, just the sound of the cool breeze and the crunchy dry leaves. He was looking at his small accordion with gold details in his hands, from which a barely perceptible melody could be heard; his dog, named Wick, lay near the boy's feet, who undoubtedly liked to bask in the leaves under the pleasant autumn sun.