Dedicated to my teacher mrs Tracy
Tetris ) short story )
As usual, every night he is alone, in the closed room, with the tetris game. A part of an image was drawn on every piece of the game. He puts the pieces together and when he completes the image successfully, his eyes shine with joy .
As usual, every night he begins assembling the house, putting the pieces over each other and in seconds he assembles it. He smiles. And looks to his departed father’s picture, engraves his image well into his mind, and quickly assembles a man's face that is like his beloved father. He smiles, looks at his mother’s image, who departed during his birth,and with shaking hands tries to assemble the pieces .
He knows he will fail, just like every night, but he tries. He looks at her in hope . Did she get angry because he caused her death? With eyes full of tears he tries again but he fails. Those silly pieces refuse to obey his fingers.
At that moment he feels disappointed, he leaves everything out of his hands and stares no where. He remembers his military officer uncle who took care of him and unconsciously his hand moves to the cheek that received his uncle's harsh slams.
He looks around fearing to be seen. Even playing the Tetris is now forbidden. He tries again to assemble his mother's image with the pieces for more than twenty trials. While he was thinking
deeply about the tetris pieces
the door opened and he looked up in horror.
- Oh god, is it you who always misassemble the image everyday!?
Perplexed he felt, finally he is caught. With the innocence of his six years old age , his son steps forward saying :
- What do you think of it like this dad ?
The six year old child assembled the image in a very short time .
He moved his eyes between his mother’s image and the image that was assembled in seconds by his son then hugs his son and bursts into tears .