Small Evening, Abroad
Take the gospel for example, but take the drowned version:
It’s Amsterdam and 8 o’clock and raining like someone’s looking for something she says as she
pinches her cigarette empty and asks the waitress for the check. It’s twenty minutes walking
to Tuschinski and the sound of dishes mixes with the river roofs while she does not rush to finish her wine
and the water does not get in.