It is a few days after Christmas and another few before the New Year.
Time has passed rather quickly, yet, unintentionally so. Precisely one year ago, over some 3 or maybe 4 glasses of white wine (always white), Kareem spilled the remaining few drops which I have intended to drink all over my black dress. Why was I even wearing a dress? It was a home party after all; a party of one as a matter of fact. At first, I couldn’t make up his silhouette, mainly because I was preoccupied with the spilled drink…But then as his figure began to materialize, first on the fading green paint on my wall, and then on the chair facing the table I have neatly dusted just that morning, I thought it was the wine taking a walk through my veins.
But I was wrong….