Matilda Martel

[...] Years later, when the city is full of new buildings and her hair has turned gray, Margaret stands in Euston Station on the anniversary...

[...] Years later, when the city is full of new buildings and her hair has turned gray, Margaret stands in Euston Station on the anniversary of his departure, wearing her best coat. She stands in the crowd, watching strangers meet and part, waiting for something that will never come. Sometimes, in the winter light, she sees a man in uniform by the arrivals, cap low over green eyes she still longs for but cannot reach. It doesn't matter if he is a ghost or just her longing. What matters is that she walks toward him every year, as if this is her only journey. Her hands reach out for him, her heart still holding the promise: I'll always come back to you.

[...] Moja trzecia filiżanka czarnej kawy stoi nietknięta, zimna jak uścisk dłoni trupa.