Match

   Nothing special...  all so old...  no changes. Here life stopped. Great expectations are in the past. The key to the room of desires is lost forever. Good small things do not bring joy. Tomorrow is like yesterday. Not in the meaning of the past but just as the day she lived through...  say, Friday. Today is Saturday. Only old people are around. They usually talk about what they eat or how they slept at night and endlessly about diseases. The weekend...   the same TV programs, books...  and the time for visitors. Nobody will come to see her and ask what she wants.

   Sometimes she thinks...  some people find their match...  and live all their life together to the last day. Nothing of the kind here. So sorry. Had no luck. But still she feels that only one match can put her aflame...   and it's so cold inside...  no fire for her. Not before, not now.

   Better stop it! Another cup of coffee will give her the feeling she has warmed up a bit. Her table is at the window and she always prefers to sit alone.

   Out of the blue this man comes over and asks "May I?" His hair is absolutely grey and he tries to avoid looking into her eyes. The next moment he puts a box of matches on the table. "Do you smoke?" - she asks and hears resolute "No."  Awkwardly he opens the box...  and takes one match out.  And she knows what he is going to do - He will light it for her!

   One moment she feels how warm it is and the next...   her eyes close forever.