Purgatorial window

A Story by poisonpuppy

I have a character whom I'm working with at the mo . Being Bipolar in a rapic cycle doesn't help in my concentration . U are welcome to make your own version of what happens next as the original is in my mind :) Character from Ballkan Countries , Age 23

I remember my grandmother and her friends talking together , under the big (black) mulberry tree outside our house.
The subject was this man who was called around the village Crazy Haxhi , cos he acted crazy ,- Grandma said . He wouldn't let nobody put a saddle to his favourite orphaned donkey, or cry his eyes out although a grown up man . For all we're different to his actions , children would through blackberries at him , man would make him do stuff for them in the fields under the pretence of friendship which was a simple pat on the back .
Crazy Haxhi loved his flowers ,almost an obsession that noone knew about . he had a secret garden which he entered by the side of the 100 year old church or xhami ruins one couldn't tell after so many wars .in hands and knees arrived in a little path covered in