The Melting Ice Reveals
February 15, 2012 § 2 Comments
I promised myself not to look but now I’m looking. There, frozen, two bodies, embraced, one inside the other. What will happen to them when the spring comes? And there the red scarf, lost by the girl who moved out during Christmas. She run out of the house. No suitcase. No coat. Her scarf flying. Someone will pick it up now, and throw it in the bin. The little paper over there. A shopping list. I can recognize Mrs B’s handwriting. Mrs B won’t attend this spring. The paper soaked in its own ink as soon as the rain comes. It could be that the ice has been kind to us and stopped the time for a while: the lovers still in love, the girl not away, and dear Mrs B still in dear life.