ursula_k_le_guin – Page 2 – blackandwhiteandcolours

Sun must be down, it’s getting cold.

The place still empty?

There’s a place I used to go to.

Do you want to walk? It’s lovely out today.

I don’t want to read today.

It was nothing to do with her.

What had she to say, anyhow?

You think of anybody special?

I’m not one to judge.

Some step was missing.

We’d moved up a notch in the world.

I was flattered, and startled.

I tried to write that tale down once, and found I could remember only fragments.

I think I’ll stay home and tend my roses.

A place you get lost in.

It did not puzzle me too much.

I set right off. I was curious. You know how it is.

I didn’t know if anyone lived there. I never asked.

The wind had fallen. There was no sound at all.

He was outside, out in the cold, insignificant. He could not do anything.

The guest, a travelling priest, was talking about his travels.

He listened for the women’s voices in the room overhead.

For what else should move a man, these days?

There are no hiding places left.

Only by walking down a path could one achieve one’s absence?