We sat on a bench in a city park, a million miles from the frenetic streets. The sun painted gold into her alluring hair from an azure Saharan sky, yet she had eyes as sad as a cemetery.
All of a sudden she escaped from her inner hell and caressed a pink blossom which had flickered down.
She squeezed my hand.
“Thank you for giving me hope,” she said softly whilst admiring red tulips and violet-blue endymion on this beautiful May day.
I wish these moments could have lasted forever, but they will always be remembered.