Trafika Europe 13 - Russian Ballet

A Light in the Night

What on earth was she thinking, the fool, when she had that beacon set up? It was expensive too, she had paid for it in mnemons… And now she didn’t know how to get rid of it. How much would it be? Ha! One lumie… always easier to destroy than to create. Oh, to turn it off and never think of it again. Let him search… Or is he going to look for that Lubasha of his? Husband comes home from a business trip and finds his wife… what, with a lover, you think? Ha! No, the wife is at the lover’s, and the house stands empty. Why is it beeping?... I hear, I understand – my dear husband has passed, has arrived… a mere thirty years he made me wait for him… A real breadwinner, though… nearly every week he remembered me. And once again, he wasn’t like the others, didn’t compare me to the new flame, how I was in bed, it was more about the little things. Every time he sat down to have tea with store-bought jam instead of homemade pie, he’d pine for the better days with the deceased. The zombie turned in his sleep, smacking his lips like a child. In a few minutes he will wake up, see her next to him, and be terribly surprised, like always. Then he’ll smile, showing his teeth, blackened from time and bad food, and reach for her. Still, it’s a job. People are envious, even. And she was happy, until that damn beacon started beeping last night. The zombie started tossing and turning again, and

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