• Vol. 07
  • Chapter 07


He stared at the picture and the picture stared at him.
He thought about what she was thinking:
She was daydreaming, her right eye wandering off into the distance, losing her focus.
She had regrets, her haircut, bald but for a bun at the back and the two little bits at the front; what had she been thinking?
She was tired, bags under her eyes, her lips pursed, trying to look awake, she hadn't got enough sleep the night before.
He wondered what her life had been like at that time. He looked at her, she looked at him.
He thought she might be wondering what his life was like.
He liked this painting.