Slovo

Tired and sad, Lovro fills his bathtub. His gaze drifts to a drop of water rolling slowly out of the tap. As it hits the water, it reminds him of the day he and his grandpa first went fishing. Memories take him back to the pond, the sounds and objects in the bathroom bringing to mind small details of the day: putting a worm on the hook, grandpa catching his chin, them driving to the pond in a car with a hole in the chassis, him catching his first fish and seeing it die. Memories and reality merge into one.