I am still feeling the bits that remained from last night. I crumple the business card in my coat pocket. My intuition tells me that wasn’t the last encounter. I trust it.
The tram driver slammed the door in my face. I wonder what the rest of his day is going to be like. I felt the soft sunset slowly coming on. It takes much longer in winter. And then. Black Panther soundtrack. Still.
I still think of them. I wonder what they’d think of the movie. I wonder who they’d be. Who they’d become.
Perhaps, I shouldn’t have told him anything. I know I shouldn’t have but it’s too late now. It’s out there.
Pribináček je všechno co jsem dneska potřebovala a taky mi ho koupil.
How I know it’s winter: 7.11 pm and it is dark. 7.11 pm and I’m already in bed.
“Great meatballs, Frank.”
In reality, I am just counting off the days until I’ll be on the plane again.