The play had gone on for quite some more time and it covered all sorts of topics ranging from suicide and coping with loneliness to life on the countryside on lazy Sunday afternoons and how one could make the best cucumber sandwiches. It finally ended with Rose having killed her husband who lay now quite dead with his chest over his newspapers, soaking them deeply red.
When I opened the door to the street the sun was still shining to my surprise. I walked in the streets of this city and I saw large bushes and trees and they were waving with their boughs at me.
Delighted to be out in nature again I contemplated on my surroundings for a little while.
