Little furniture, though well chosen and situated.
A table, four chairs. Empty, expansive, shiny floor.
The red tall slender swivel armchair rules in an empty corner by the the window.
White transparent curtains swing softly because of the breeze. The window's ajar.
We're having our meal in silence. The intermittent contact of a fork or a knife with the china creates a dialog of noises. The cutlery's arguments are poor.
We exchange glances.
I like the fact that you use
I like the fact that you use so little to explain so much, I think that's the sign of a truely talentd poet.
amazing
your very talented!