The Snowman

Harry sighed. November. It was going to get even darker.

She was numb

it’s our actions which define how sick we are.

And in those dark eyes of his the childishness was giving way to what for the moment was youthful defiance, but which, she could already see, in time would become adult determination.

empty your mind of expectations and look, don’t search

we’re unfaithful not in spite of the shame but because of it

order to isolate what was possible, you had to eliminate everything that was impossible.

death should be a sort of homage to life.

Did you know that darkness has a taste, Grandma?’

you had been so close to each other that afterwards, when you no longer were, it seemed unreal, like a dream you soon forget because it had happened only in your head.