..So he looked at his coffee, growing cold in the freezing
room.The coffee did not give off much steam, so he tried to gulp it
down.He felt it burn his throat a little, and the birds outside
were still creating a ruckus.
He gazed at her and he simply admired her presence there and
then.Life was too short to play with semantics, yet he hated and
steadfastly refused to deal in obvious.She sipped her half-hot,
half-steamed coffee and simply went on with life.
The sunset came and went quite rapidly.The greyness covered the
slits between the curtains.He leaned in his chair, and sighed a
little sigh that sounded like the agony of 7 weeks.
Indeed.
