Raluca Arnăutu
18 1/8 x 14 3/4 in
Beyond the ten floors is a small
patch of grass, barely sprouting. Behind it, an iron fence, a little crooked
and rusty in places. I approach discreetly, against the background of the
tracks left by tram 1, and close my eyes. The scent of purple phlox accelerates
my not-so-distant memories. They're taller than me, and the sun is chasing me
from behind, seeming to guess my hidden thoughts. I hear a voice in the
distance, followed by the sound of a woven wire necklace coming towards me,
beckoning.
Longing wraps my heart
bittersweet and throws it into a drawer.