Sunday, August 21, 2005

Passing car

The girl turned her head and looked at me. It was raining, the grey color of the clouds swallowed the morning sky, the city of Berlin. Cars drowsily waiting at the traffic lights. Gears shifting, brakes howling, wheels accelerating. I barely noticed the dark blue van passing on my left. She may have been 8 or 9 years old. A child sitting in the front passenger's seat, her face behind the pane. She twisted her head and looked at me again, catching my eyes. A long silent look within the immortality of a second, close and knowing and nameless.

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