Higher Ground

always has been a top centre-field defender.
The tree is a little smaller because the ceilings in the flat are a bit lower.
A TV set wouldn’t be a bad thing.
After the presents have been handed out and everybody has gone to bed, Sven and Resi dare go down to the local pub, just to see who’s around. They bring in cold air and conversation, and they begin to have real experiences. It almost starts to feel familiar. It’s okay. Over the next few years, many people will go through the same thing.
I can’t get rid of it, Bea. Not the worrying, or the shame.
No matter what I think up, it’s just a weak, all-too brief comfort.
I decide to give up smoking.
I light a cigarette.