by Hagai Dagan
It might.
Maybe we could rent adjacent apartments. Or at least a very big house.
That would be expensive.
But at least that way we won’t grow to hate each other and spend the rest of lives eating dinner in awkward silence.
Do we have awkward silences?
Actually, we don’t.
Our silences are okay, aren’t they?
Yes.
She smiled, but her eyes still measured him, like a tracking beam.
He turned to look at the window. He reached his hand absentmindedly into his coat pocket, feeling around, touching Dallal’s pendant which for some reason was still there, lying at the bottom of his pocket. He of course had cleaned and dried it, but then returned it to his pocket; in moments of distraction, his hand would occasionally reach in, thoughtlessly, fingering it as if it were a rosary of prayer beads. The rain was still coming down, but the clouds had parted, as if waiting for something to appear. He turned back to look at Afik. Her eyes were expectant. There was also a calmness in them, which depended on nothing.
He smiled at her.
Uppsala-Vienna-Tel-Aviv, 2016-2020
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