Tuesdays I Play Football

The third image was in colour and it was almost dark in it.

A street on a slope, wet cobbles, a stone facade with a double door and, above it, a lamp under a tin shade throwing a yellow cone onto the pavement. A small poster behind a wire-mesh pane, too far away to read. Three steps.

Daniel was at the bottom of the steps.

He was wearing his jacket and his grey scarf and his head was tilted, that tilt he had when he was really listening, slightly to one side, chin down. Facing him, a woman was talking to him. Fifty, perhaps, short hair, a long coat, a shoulder bag. She had her left hand resting flat on Daniel's forearm, without pressing.