IN OCULIS FILIORUM

Natalia R. Ivanova

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That's how I remember her calling him: more often than necessary, more often than it is prudent, always asking him how he was, did he eat well, what the weather looked like, and a few other questions usually asked when someone is away on business.

Then she hung up the phone, each time more slowly, each time sadder, until finally she started crying.

I understood only that: he must have told her it was cloudy.

© Natalia R. Ivanova
© Craig Hasbrouck, Vesselin Vesselinov - translated from bulgarian
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