The beging and the end

Sitting in the hall next a wall and a door I sit through the classes and simply look out at the hallway. A woman passes by and then a man, then a girl and then two boys. Each searching for something I neither know nor care about. So a woman stops in front of me. She sits down on the bench close to me. Too close, she is touching my leg and leaning against my arm. She sits and smiles at me with a clean straight row of white teeth and then she closes her eyes. And that was it. Each day I would sit in my spot and in just a few minutes she would come by and sit down next to me and smile. Sometimes she would rub my leg, sometimes she would wrap her arms into mine. And that is how we were. We didn’t speak to each other. We didn’t need to. Her eyes held all I ever needed to hear. And then one day when she sat down I gave her a flower. And she was even more pleased. So she smelled the flower, she held the small petals to her face and took a deep breath and she leaned against me, her head resting on my shoulder and she spoke. But not with her mouth. “I love flowers.” And I rested my head against her head and put my face into her hair, I wanted to smell her sweetness that she had. It was a light death smell, deep into her hair I laid my head and the brown locks let me in. and then I was gone. She straightened back up and with a quick movement swept her hair back and laid the flower in over her ear. And when she walked out of the building the sunshine was bright and it showed in her eyes. They sparkled in the sun. and the flower was withered and dead.

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Tag der Veröffentlichung: 02.12.2011

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