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| Sujet: Fragment #69 - A postcard from Inverness 05.01.09 14:32 | |
| Monday, November 3rd 2008 in Glasgow Steve should be back today. I’m not walking home, I’m running home. On the way, my phone rings: Paul. “Hey sister, how are you?” “I can’t talk to you right now, Paul, I’m sorry. I have to go home as quick as I can.” “Why? What’s the rush? Is everything ok?” Nobody knows for Steve. I chose not to tell the others. I thought this is our problem, our crisis and it’s ours to solve. “Yes and no. I’ll tell you later. Bye.” And I hang up. Two minutes later, another phone call: Cameron this time. Geez, people, let me be! “Yes!” “Wow, relax, Princess, it’s just me.” “Look Cameron, I’d love to discuss your personality, but just now, I can’t talk to you, so… I’ll call you later. Bye!” I turn round the corner and climb up the stairs. In front of the door, I don’t know anymore. Is he there? What is his decision? Do I really want to know now? I realise that as long as I don’t go in, the doubt is allowed: Steve hasn’t spoken yet. But what if he’s also waiting behind the door, incapable of moving, by fear I would reject him? No, my choice is made, for long already. I open the door. The flat is its usual self. There is nobody here. I’m so tensed I could light up a lamp just by touching it. I look everywhere. Nobody. Nowhere. I come back to the door. I close it, lay against it, and let myself fall on the floor. My hand lands on the mail. Mechanically, I take it, and start browsing it. Bill, newspaper, ad, and a postcard. A postcard? I look at it. It’s from Inverness. Who do I know in Inverness? Nobody… Oh my God! I turn the postcard and look at the signature. It’s from Steve! A few words only on it:
I love you. Don’t forget me. Steve | |
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