Tag: architecture

There was a lot of light.
He would never be able to tell anyone and he would never be able to forget it.
He turned and looked, too, saw no one.
It was like a dance, a crazy kind of dance.
I began to wonder if there were other things I hadn’t known about.
I read the street signs and I decided to look around.
What brought you to this end of town at this hour?
He opened his eyes and counted the panes in the nearest of the stained-glass windows.
What have you been doing all day, beautiful?
Should I interfere with the inevitable, the foreordained?
All you need for the rest of your life is a camera.
The signs tell the story of the change.
The only thing she could do was to go away and never come back.
She kept listening to the silence.
Her thoughts kept twisting and turning.
He was up to something that was bad.
This was real. The other was a bad dream.
She was stuck here on this street.
The sounds were confusing.
And she thought time had a way of transforming things.
They had been silent ever since they sat down.
He wasn’t ready to go in yet.
He wanted to get some more air and look around a bit.
He strained his eyes in the dark of the room.
It took her a long time to reach the top floor.
From somewhere downstairs there came the sound of laughter, the clink of glasses.
He listened to the sound of her key turning in the lock.
What would the street do to her?
It was always colder on this street than anywhere else, she thought irritably.
He was going to the top floor.
Just walk right in the door. It’s always open.
The street is nice in this light, she thought.