Fragments of Flavour

Dorothee Lang

That is how you remember: a part of you holding the moment inside.

She tries to picture it, brown and tiny. Tasting like the coffee she is drinking now, in little sips.

This is becoming me now, she explains to the reflection of her body in the window, in the way you explain things to pets, knowing that it doesn't matter what you say, as they won't understand the words anyway. They only recognize the tone of your voice.