This has been in my head for some time. Maybe I get around to make a longer story someday.

English is not my native language, so if you spot mistakes, tell me, please.

The're not mine. Promise to give them back unharmed.


The car stops in front of the house. He pays the driver and makes his way to the gate. The weather is dry and warm. He hesitates, not sure what to find on the other side. Slowly he makes his way around the house.

'One year', he thinks, 'one year surviving on e-mails and rare phone calls.'

He steps around the corner and stops, the scene melting itself into his brain. A woman resting on a chair, the warm glow of the late evening sun bathing her in shades of gold. She hears him and stands up, turning to him.


She smiles.