Night Circus and Other Stories, The

Description

Fe wnes i ei ddarganfod un bore pan oeddwn i’n cario’r sbwriel allan. Roedd yn gorwedd yn y glaswellt, yn dal darn o blastig budr yn ei ddwylo baban, ei lygaid ynghau ac yn ymddangos fel pe na bai’n anadlu. Roedd ei ddillad crychlyd fel petaent wedi’u llifoleuo.
I found him one morning when I went to take out the rubbish. He lay in the grass, clutching a piece of dirty plastic in his tiny baby hands. His eyes were closed and he didn’t seem to be breathing. His crumpled clothes were strangely fluorescent.