Dimitra Saliverou
The Phone Call
He was feeling depressed that day, although the weather was wonderful. The sun was shining, and it was hot enough for some of the kids to put their swimsuits on and head for the small lake. He was intrigued too, but he could not get used to the lake’s water and its color. He wanted the blue of the sea, not that opaque greenish water, which reminded him of a swamp. So, he grabbed his cup of coffee and headed for the kitchen to arrange the menu.
As he entered the big room, he noticed the open windows and how the sun rays burst in, with an intensity that was almost blinding. The stained glass window was closed, and the… Continue reading →
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