Monday, 1 April 2013

The red door

The red door opens, she enters, she looks behind her and makes a gesture. We do not understand, maybe she said goodbye. We stare at the now closed red door and wonder. We get tired of waiting and go home.

A year later we receive a letter. In her will she has left us her old books. Her body was found in the park next to the bench where she used to sit down to read and watch passer-byes.

 

 

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