Nevim jestli je to dane nedostatkem jinych aktivit ci pomucek ve skole o prestavkach, kazdopadne posledni dobou pri vyzvedavani mladsiho potomka ze skoly zustavam okouzlena jejimi vytvory na asfaltovem povrchu jejich “hriste”.
He first spotted the shape of an heart on a pavement, waiting for a bus. It must have been a tiny piece of wet paper. But it was a Heart. Love Heart. And he thought of her. Of how caring and attentive she was. Of how great sex they had this morning. There was a little romance in sending the image through Whatsapp, it was just a thought. But soon after there was and another shape in unexpected place. And another. They kept coming. As if he was looking for them. But he wasn’t. He didn’t need to prove or declare his love, there was no quest to find, establish or determine one.
Her mobile would beep and there would be yet another image and she would smile and feel very warm inside.
Tak F. koupil vcera letenky a R. se se mnou uz dnes louci.
Heartbreaking.
“Dear mum this is for you because you are really nice and I will miss you when I go to Africa ❤️”.
