short story by Elena Solito
"was sitting in the back seat, you can see from the glass its shape, but you still could not distinguish. L 'car was stopped on the street corner. A man came down and opened the back door. He turned a moment towards the sidewalk, he looked down looking for the bag on the seat. She had gone out, slowly. A dark coat enveloped her figure, long brown hair leaned on his shoulders. Of his eyes you can not say much. were hidden behind a veil of dark dense network, black, with small polka dots. "