Yann Andrea Steiner
Yann Andrea Steiner
“On the boardwalk the child has passed by. I watch him. I watch him until he disappears. And then I close my eyes so that I might again see the vastness of his gray gaze.
The young counselor stands on the boardwalk, watching the child return. There he is. He looks at the postcard she told him to buy; he knew that the general store carried the best postcards. She had told him so. He had done just as she’d told him to do.
The girl writes on the postcard.
On the postcard, on the writing side, there is now the girl’s name, the date, July 30, 1980, and the date and time ten years from now when he is to come, July 30, 1990, at midnight.
On the picture side there is the place on the beach from last night, at the intersection of the pathway to the tennis courts, the walkway, and Rue de Londres – so beautiful, she says, the most beautiful of all, her favorite, beautiful as a tunnel of sunlight before the sea.
In the sea, as in sleep, I can’t tell the child apart from other children. I see him... when she joins him.MoreLess
The young counselor stands on the boardwalk, watching the child return. There he is. He looks at the postcard she told him to buy; he knew that the general store carried the best postcards. She had told him so. He had done just as she’d told him to do.
The girl writes on the postcard.
On the postcard, on the writing side, there is now the girl’s name, the date, July 30, 1980, and the date and time ten years from now when he is to come, July 30, 1990, at midnight.
On the picture side there is the place on the beach from last night, at the intersection of the pathway to the tennis courts, the walkway, and Rue de Londres – so beautiful, she says, the most beautiful of all, her favorite, beautiful as a tunnel of sunlight before the sea.
In the sea, as in sleep, I can’t tell the child apart from other children. I see him... when she joins him.MoreLess
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