PROSE smiled a lot, he smiled too much. I noticed that Anne felt ashamed. She noticed that I didn’t like him. We moved on. When we came into the auditorium the orchestra was already warming up its instruments. We sat in the middle end. The lights went down. Silence. Everybody started to clap as soon as the soloist showed up and the concert began. From melancholic, gentle notes, he smoothly moved into the heavy staccatos accompanied by the sound drums. In all this amazement, when everybody was watching how the virtuoso becomes one being with his violin, I looked at Anne. Her face was blessed with peace. I put my hand on her knee. Slowly, through her thigh, I moved it under her skirt. She opened her legs and carried on listening.
Arek Spiewak When we sat together in the park, I always told her stories from my past. When we went to a bar, we didn’t cling to one another but somehow everyone knew. We never shouted. It was Friday morning when she stood up from the sofa and said: "I can't do it anymore.” and she left in silence. THE END
We didn’t talk much on our way back. We just looked at the sky until she got a message. It was her sister. She didn’t want to stay alone that night so I walked her home. She was at mine again after few days. She started to visit home more often from then on but the nights were still for us. When we were in bed she wanted me to hug her tight. She never said it but I sensed that this is what she needed. Mega*Zine Lost&Found *** #21/2017 *** CHANGE *** ISSN 2391-4742