She looked sad. Came into my studio. Knows where to find me anytime.

I pulled out a director chair. She sat comfortably. Crossed her bony

leg. I gave her some red wine. We had a smoke in silence. As every time,

there was no need for words. We talk mind to mind. She has a sweet

tone though in the way she gesticulates and emphasizes this or that

issue. Yes, I told her. The Pandemic has been awful. She has closed

the eyes of millions. All over the world. She says it’s tiring. Doesn’t get

any sleep. No time for lunch or drink water. Her mind sometimes gives

way to suicidal thoughts. But she couldn’t do it. Her presence on Earth

is sealed. She told me I’m not the only one she talks to. Has several

friends and acquaintances here there everywhere.

She loves Mexican food and Margaritas. Mariachi music too. She is wild

sometimes. She has to let loose herself now and then. Otherwise she

would lose her mind. So, we enjoyed our brief dating this

evening. But she has to go back to work.

She gave me a warm kiss in my cheek.

EO