Part Three
A solitary patch of sky looks down upon the woman with the curly hair, but not for very long. A mean cloud stretches across the sky and hides her face on the verge of tears.
The light breezes which had been toying with the curtains of the building across the street have turned into wind gusts. She understands that the cloud hadn’t been targeting her but rather the entire city.
That split second took away her desire to watch Tim as he walked away down the street. Maybe because it hadn’t been an urgent and true desire. She let him go in peace, thanking him for the air he set into motion on his way out. Grateful for the emptiness he left behind.
She closed her eyes for a few seconds and, when she opened them, he wasn’t in the street.
She feels a drop of water. A second drop, a
