I'm walking. The church is on my right side on the top of a little hill. From the left side a boy with Down syndrome and his mother are coming. He could be 10 years old. I’m almost there. Suddenly the boy starts running to the church. He passes by me like I wouldn’t exist. His mother starts running as well. She is in a rush, but she looks at me. The main church’s door is open. The second door is closed. He stops. He starts hitting the glassy door with both arms and a lot of anger. His mother is there. She calms him down. I’m behind of their backs. We enter to the church.
It’s very quiet.
you have the talent of writing theater scenes. this one here reminds me a lot of heiner müller's "bildbeschreibung" (sorry, couldn't find a translation link for it; here is him on wikipedia:http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heiner_M%C3%BCller)