Mourning

The eyelashes are turning black blacker, the hair is being oiled, warm dripping from her hair. She keeps a half shell of metal on the stove and begins to heat it again, and just as the smoke appears, she pours in the oil dark green melting into the metal. She quickly takes the shell bowl out and slides it off her fingers onto the table. She dips her finger tips, the part that bulges into a curve onto the oil surface and smiles. She pastes a bit of the oil here and there on her scalp and starts massaging her head. She then spreads a towel on her pillow and falls asleep.

" Its raining so much but I like it..don't you?", she asks him.
"Mmm..", he mutters concentrating on his job.

She steps out into the garden, the wet feeling under her feet, the smell of rain on earth. The wind in her ears.
She can smell the fragrance of the hashish in the garden mixing with the air, the water and the earth and she smiles. The only thing familiar about her day floats about.

She goes into the kitchen and makes a pot of tea. She takes it out into the garden and starts sipping the tea, holding the ceramic cup with both her hands close to her breast. Her kajal drips off her eye and falls onto her red skirt. Her fingers are yellow and green and translucent, the oil falls incessantly. The warmth between her legs relaxes her, but the blood drips out. Her skirt turns redder. It begins to turn black. She takes another sip of the tea. The hashish. She smiles again.

It is after 6 in the evening. He walks into the garden and calls out her name. He doesn't hear a reply. He walks around.

He finds a pot on the wooden table. There is an empty cup, there is the mark of the pink lipstick on the cup.
He sits on the chair and stands up abruptly. It is black and damp. He touches it. He looks onto the grass. It has turned black and pink. He shouts out her name. No reply.

He walks back to the house. He picks up the phone and is about to dial. He notices the photograph framed of him and her by his bedside. They look happy. He keeps it down, face down.

He makes the call, tells his friends that he will meet them at the club in half an hour. He takes the car keys and steps out of the house.