Every day she stood at the window and looked out. She let herself be behind the curtain, so she could see the inner courtyard, but was not seen. And the people watched. She knew it. They told it. In the supermarket at the cash desk, in the tobacconist’s shop and in the inn. They all …
There was no moon. And also no stars. Naked we lay. On the bed. Half covered. Half uncovered. You on your back. The arms. Left and right. The head on the cushion. Breathing Asleep. Middle of the night. Three and four. Or four and five. I can be wrong. I’m wrong. I’m always wrong. I’m …