I saw you, last night, I saw you. The moon was already high. The clear, mild full moon. summer full moon. Sometimes it can crush you, in the summer. Not this night. Maybe it was the moon and something else. I got up, slipped my nightgown on the floor and quickly threw on something light …
I’ve never been more aware of it than now that you’re not here, you’re not there for a long time. Sure, everything was discussed. The job that takes you abroad is a great opportunity for you. No, more, it is “the” opportunity for you and because that is the case, I encouraged you, almost urged …
Buzz awoke to the first rays of sunshine tickling his nose. It flashed through him like lightning when he remembered how urgently Kukka had asked him to come home the day before. It must have been something really important she had to say to him because it was the first time she had asked him …
Kukka was tired, so very tired. She had waited a long time, but he had not come. The candles she had placed on the lovingly and carefully laid table had long since burned down. But he had promised. “No, this time I’ll be home on time if it’s that important to you,” he had said. …
Diana had longed so badly for something to hold on to, a safe haven and someone to listen to her, to be there for her to let go and be weak. After all the years of struggling through life on her own, being there for her two children and having to support herself. For them, …
“I need you,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like I need air,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like water so as not to dry out,” you said – I said nothing.“I need you like plants need the sun to grow,” you said – I didn’t say anything, I just …
In his eyes, single mothers were irresponsible and only a burden for the state, was the conclusion that Sabrina had drawn from his statements. In his dictum, lying on the state’s pocket meant above all that the taxpayers’ money, which was paid for with his hard-earned money, was also used for these useless sluts. But …
When we got back to the terrace and I finished my story, I mustered up the courage to turn and hug her. I could still feel her hugging me back as our lips drew closer and just as they touched, just as I felt her soft, warm lips on mine, we were suddenly torn apart. …
In the early afternoon I went to the painter’s villa, but how disappointed I was when I found Felicitas alone. Apparently, she didn’t want to see me again. ‘Show me what you have to offer me’, Felicitas asked me. ‘Of course,’ I heard myself say, and handed her the brush. ‘You didn’t promise too much’, …
“It wasn’t always like that,” Franz Xaver Fent began to tell, “It must have been many, many years ago. I was a young master brush maker at the time, but already successful enough to open my own shop. My sister agreed to take over the sales activities so that I could concentrate on production. I …