Pain is temporary.
This is forever."
This recount aroused only the faintest of interests, La Femme being more intent on the smoke trail rising as she exhaled. Perfect wisps of smoke, cascading past her lips and diverging at the glass, now obscured with the signs of age.
I attempted to get a better view of La Femme and her cigarette and her window and her view and her interest, but this caused only pain. My body protested as I raised myself upon an elbow, the mattress indented with my weight.
Her eyes turned towards my feeble body, passing over the bandages and thread holding together what remained of my torn stomach. How could she see with such glazed eyes?
She still wouldn't look me in the eye. I moved again.
Sweeping across the room, a faded dress adorned with roses came into my sight. The dust coating that had carefully accumulated over the years was disturbed in its wake. A ray of early morning light found its way through the dirty ai