Tag: France

The trouble is that these rooms are so small.
“She would like to go somewhere where there was music.”
But she really didn’t know what it was.
He listened to her with his eyes fixed on her face.
She started choosing her words carefully.
The weather had changed, she thought.
The street is nice in this light, she thought.
They were good with coffee in the morning.
I’m young and strong, there isn’t anything I can’t do.
A wave of self-confidence swept over her.
She was walking faster and faster because the air was crisp and clear.
It was like having the earth suddenly open up.
She argued with herself about it.
Maybe you’d like to look at this.
Now I wonder if you’re being wise, dear.
It was a world of strange values.
But these people were different.
It was, she discovered slowly, a very strange world that she had entered.
Patient and good-tempered and hard-working and more than usually bright.
She never quite got over that first glimpse of the outside of the house.
Even on the day she was to leave he was sullen. Not talking. Frowning.
Yet what else could she have done?
It was the most beautiful street she had ever seen.
Her mouth curved as though she were about to smile.
The dog’s ears straightened into sharp points.
What difference does it make to him?
And she thought, everything he does, he does quietly.
Gone Fishin’
He said something, but she couldn’t hear what it was.
Kiss me to show you’re sorry.
Those who go looking are on a fool’s errand.
Does one simply see what one is fit to see?
There is a muscular tightness in his back and neck.
He is no stranger to self-pity.
He will stand here all day if he has to.
Run and get a policeman, I’ll stay here and make sure he doesn’t get away.
He cannot leave and think of something else.
It all finishes here.
There was no one to be seen.
I’ll show you the way, if you like.
I know of a cave nearby where we could rest for the night.
I don’t care about all that now.
His bewilderment turned to alarm.
It just didn’t add up.
He knew how the world worked.
He would have to linger on.
He longed to be absorbed into the earth.
The next thing that happened was that he forgot the last thing that happened.
How could he wake from a waking dream?
How long had he been hiding?