Rain on a sunny day. A trip. Sunflowers.

An accidental encounter. A bitter smile.

A bit of courage, a few daring words and a cup of lemon tea. Deep-set eyes staring. Golden bedsheets and aristocratic mahogany wood.

Some jugglers performing an act with several colourful balls outside and Tchaikovsky’s “Nutcracker” running in the background.

Her sitting on the floor, kissing his left knee.

An open window and a soft golden towel. “Pour another cup.” Sugar squares.

The shadow she so desires is still there, starting to get a shape of its own. An orchid.

The stars predicted broken promises.

But she’s not inlove.

Categories: Nonsense