I don’t know how she entered or from where she came. She appeared out of the blue. One second there was only music in the air between the tables, and a second later she was there. Standing in the half empty restaurant, looking around as if she too was surprised to be there. A tiny girl, long blond hair enclosed in a lousy pony-tail, a white t-shirt under short dungarees, worn all-stars at the feet, a small schoolish backpack on one shoulder. At first glance, I thought she was a teenager. But looking better there was something in her eyes telling me there were more days in her life than it seamed. There was also something. A sort of fear or a sense of loss, I still can name it. But it was there. In those wandering eyes and those hands holding the smartphone at her belly like if she was protecting a secret. She didn’t ask for a table. She asked if she can sit somewhere. Like if she was worry that anyone could spot that she was in the wrong place. Somewhere she shouldn’t be.
One Apple A Day #123
One Apple A Day #123
One Apple A Day #123
I don’t know how she entered or from where she came. She appeared out of the blue. One second there was only music in the air between the tables, and a second later she was there. Standing in the half empty restaurant, looking around as if she too was surprised to be there. A tiny girl, long blond hair enclosed in a lousy pony-tail, a white t-shirt under short dungarees, worn all-stars at the feet, a small schoolish backpack on one shoulder. At first glance, I thought she was a teenager. But looking better there was something in her eyes telling me there were more days in her life than it seamed. There was also something. A sort of fear or a sense of loss, I still can name it. But it was there. In those wandering eyes and those hands holding the smartphone at her belly like if she was protecting a secret. She didn’t ask for a table. She asked if she can sit somewhere. Like if she was worry that anyone could spot that she was in the wrong place. Somewhere she shouldn’t be.