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Short story from Mirka Szychowiak’s collection “Gniazdozbiór” published in Poland by ME-KOMP in 2015.

Opowiadanie z tomu Mirki Szychowiak “Gniazdozbiór” wydanego w Polsce przez ME-KOMP w 2015 roku.

Excerpt / Fragment:

She was busy raking June hay in the fields by the woods then. She had her scarf pulled low on her forehead, to protect it from the sun. She looked longingly towards the trees, thinking about the shade. She only saw him when he stepped out onto a beaten track amongst the still green rye.

I’ve waited and waited for you, Antoś, she thought when he was already running towards her through the crop, shouting: “My Tola, my Tola!” and the echo repeated his words. Grandma fell to her knees and screamed towards the village, shaking her fist in the air:

“You see, you miserable assholes, he is back!? You have already buried my Antek, mourned him and told me to look for a new one, but the heart knows better.”

Hearing all that screaming Józia Walczak ran out, followed by Andzia Kowalik. Grandma was in tears, hugging gaunt Antek, but, being her, she quickly regained composure and straightaway started dishing out orders to the women:

“Go and ask all the people over. We need to celebrate Antek being alive!”

The women ran towards the village. And Grandma took the heavy canvas sack from Grandpa, grabbed him by the hand and led him home.

Source: http://bodyliterature.com/2016/02/13/mirka-szychowiak/