Nighttime

Uma despedida.

 

“I haven’t seen you in a while”, the guard said.
I watched as he approached, his thick yellow coat wrinkled here and there with every step.
“How’s the knee?” I asked.
“Better.”
“Good.”
We examined the ruins together from behind the short fence for some time, there was silence until I broke it.
“I wasn’t expecting our walls to be gone. And our roof and our windows and doors.”
“Time does that. Some pillars still stand right there though, you see?” his heavy glove pointing right into the rubble. “Good engineering of yours?”
“No. Those are just made of quality stuff. Hard to find.”
“I see, makes sense. But what now, where are you going to?”
“Somewhere a bit less sunny, maybe.”