POINTLESS EXIT
The house was empty, full of expectation. He couldn’t
endure it; he closed the door behind him and went
to the street.
The door got unhinged and followed him. He could hear,
quite clearly, his door following him in the street, which
was quite flooded by lights, and he sensed the vertical
loneliness of the door on his back, and, behind the door,
he felt the empty house and its expectation. Then he
suddenly
turned and letting his face lean against the door he
started crying.
Manolis 