Starry night

That was a perfect moment for her: a mild breeze caressing her long black hair, occasionally the cicada’s song, the black starred sky reflecting on the dark water of the reservoir. She was sitting, relaxed, in peace with herself. A small stone broke into pieces that mirror of the sky.

The rain

On the pavement another victim whose husband had thrown out of the window. She lay motionless on a pool of blood under her head. Soon the coroner covered her with a blanket before taking her in the truck. Next morning, the rain washed her blood away from the dirty pavement.

High winds at school

They had never experienced such high winds in the village. Experts said it was because of the climate change. On Tuesday, just after break, a tall 25 year old pine-tree fell over showing its entangled roots and leaving a deep hole just where the base of the tree had been.

The weekend

They had been looking forward to a different weekend. They had imagined themselves lying on a sunny beach while listening to the waves lullaby. They got into their car and two hours later, black clouds, rain and bolts of lightning welcomed them in the seaside resort.

Her mouth

Two paramedics were pushing a wheeled stretcher. When they opened the ambulance I saw the face of an old fragile woman. There was a transparent cannula outside one of her nostrils. Her head stood motionless, covered by a thin film of skin. Her mouth was a wide open black hole.

Hair

He wasn’t a teenager any longer, but he still loved his fair hair. He devoted much time combing it in such a way that all was in perfect order on his head. A straight line separated a part from the other. His small pocket comb was his most precious belonging.