rolled up trouser legs and thighs with a slight mlaśnięciem marble stone wall surrounding the fountain, dipped his feet in the water noiselessly. Although the mature age of her legs still had a slender shape, but it never is not shy, she knew enough to their value. Regularly at the annual festival gained the title of the most beautiful girl on the island, outclassing other pretendentki, at least a few levels. It's true boys had a slight crack, from time immemorial times wore a short-cut platinum-white hair combed to one side and mostly walked, dressed in denim overalls and worn sneakers. But the greatest sensation seemed to be her alabaster complexion, strangely resistant to burning, ubiquitous sun hanging over the island year round, clear: not move anywhere without straw hat, but it can not be an excuse. Whatever.
looked at the clean surface of the water distributed, waving her troubled feet. Water hitting barely noticeable echo on the reservoir wall and the settlements lying on Macaca bottom, covered the front of the sun shining shiny copper coins before. He could not look her in the eye, he had the impression that there are two sides of the same mirror. Constantly aware of its existence, but it seemed to be a sheet of fumed over envious of the time, making the view of opaque, almost inaccessible. Her lips, her face became slowly zaśniedziałą, fuzzy, sepia photography.
"They say you are leaving town," muttered a voice barely perceptible, turlając I found a lump in the throat, dried phlegm from the bronchial tubes. Skubał Then the embarrassment greasy cheek, for a long time without finding the courage to put his hand her hands resting on a heated marble heat between them.
Today is one of those clattering moments of silence, interrupted by the sound of cracking nuts between her fingers, the sound of reflexively pulled his arms tighter.
"I'm leaving," drawled a calm tone, looking at the horizon on the web delirious fishing boats, which distorted the profiles of hot air.
"For a long time I have had such an intention"
"I know ... Like all of us," he replied, almost in a whisper, holding his chin to his chest and pulling his arms even more.
"In the end, what might we have to wait here."
"Yeah. What?"
"NOTHING"
"NOTHING", she repeated.
letting his hands deep in his trouser pockets, he thought of their hands. The fact that they do not meet anymore, and rheumatism finds their fingers in completely different places.
cruel however, was aware that he was already in place ...
Yeah! Yeah! Whatever!
Editors - [An End Has a Start # 02] An End Has A Start
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