by Petr Hruška
They are sitting there, flecked by the morning sun. Everything indicates that the woman will take away the mugs and then stay in the kitchen.
But suddenly she begins to talk about a blizzard in Switzerland. About gusts of wind shaking her young body so hard that she turned around, thinking it was a man’s hand. Amidst the madly whirling snow.
They sit in the sun, and he can’t understand: how is it possible he didn’t know about the blizzard in Switzerland until today.
Last updated September 19, 2022