Extrait du livre A perfect Sunday
A perfect Sunday by Heyna Bé and Claire Gaudriot Lirabelle
It’s a bright sunny day. A blue sky day. A wide sky day. With just one knobbly, feathery cloud. We make our way to our secret place. It’s a Sunday by the riverside.
Mummy has unfolded the green tablecloth which instantly vanishes into the grass. We shout with laughter, without always knowing why. It’s a Sunday full of fun.
There is granny, grandpa, mummy, daddy and me. Like the five fingers of one hand. Hand in hand. Heart to heart. It’s a Sunday full of love.
Here, beneath the bright sun’s rays, our hats are having an outing. So are our feet. Bare and free at last. Like the wind which will not blow until the Autumn. It’s a Sunday rich in freedom.
I look at the water, then at the pebbles I take out of my pocket. I picked them up yesterday thinking of the beautiful day to come. I chose them flat and smooth. It’s a Sunday for skimming stones.
At each throw, daddy jumps for joy, mummy claps her hands. The surface of the water is marked with rings disturbing its tranquillity. Fortunately there are no fishermen today. It’s a summer Sunday.
