On the bed, his head in his hands. Eyes closed, open? He doesn’t know. The room is faintly illuminated by the light falling in from the yard through the small barred window. He sits there, he has been sitting there for hours. Always in the same position, hands folded as if in prayer, face half hi...
Listening to music, soft, pleasant, especially the singer’s voice. I like his husky tone. It’s an oldie, I must have listened to that song thousands of times before. I start humming along softly to the tune. The quilt is wrapped around me, I feel good. I stretch, slip further under the quilt, pul...
It is a small room. A bed, a table, a chest of drawers, and a chair, there’s no space for anything else. The washbasin and jug stand on the chest of drawers. A small window opposite the door. If she goes to the window, which way will she be looking? Maybe toward the woods? She’ll know in the morn...
It wasn’t as if she had any real reason to feel uneasy. Afra had been wringing out the washing in the open air, and the little boy had still been sleeping peacefully in his bed. Johann had gone out to mow the meadow beside the railway embankment. Theres wanted to hurry and be back home as soon as...