Perhaps

Waking up they immediately went on a visit without waiting for breakfast or morning tea. For him it was important, for her – perhaps too. The car was driving along the road and to the right of it in the distance the sea was calm. She wanted to rush out of the car and run on the highway along the seashore. From all the fun, she would throw her hands up to the sky and take a deep breath of the morning cool air. The blossom from the tree would fall on her head and the wind would blow her hair. She would listen to birds singing and enjoy the warm rays of the sun. But she didn’t run out of the car…

Inside the car the music played. The driver, as usual, kept his eyes on the road and it seemed that nothing could distract him from it. The man sitting next to her was reading the morning newspaper turning the pages back and forth. Her satin dress must have looked good on her.   


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