- Vol. 04
- Chapter 11
FIGURE IN THE BACKGROUND
Sometimes, much depends on what we do with what’s left behind.
There was a late winter afternoon thinking of which the colour red runs a riot in my mind. The last holiday to the quaintest land where men sit in the shade of the cactus and the women wait by the open door. You winked at me and pulled my hand and we laughed down the long lane lit by the long shadows of the dusk. And then, returning, a routine visit to the doc’s for a simple dull pain…
Medical reports are mysterious documents, deceptive to the dot.
Now colours are in the things that I touch, things that need keeping with a little care; and I wonder how different is my wait than the women we hardly noticed them then, there.
Yes, much depends on what we do with what’s left behind though the red is much faded today and the late afternoon sun not so kind.