The Village of The Red Dress.

This village exists, doesn’t it?

It does.

In the mountains?

Yes.

So these mountains exist?

Naturally.

And this train.

Of course.

Running from the coast to the city in several hours?

Not exactly.

How?

It runs from the city to the mountains.

No coast?

Neither in the city, nor the mountains….. though there is a coast somewhere else.

 

What about the streams and rivers?

What about them?

Do they exist, in this village?

Yes, they do and their babble fills the streets and alleyways.

The hostel?

It’s there, but maybe it’s a guest house.

The woman?

I don’t know what to say, she’s probably real but she wasn’t there then, or now.

But she’s real?

Yes.

But she didn’t come this morning from the coast?

She might have, but not by train.

She’s forty?

Older than that now, but forty as well.

She has green eyes, brighter than any emerald?

It would be nice, but there are no emeralds, and no mines. At least, not any that I am aware of.

Raven black hair?

Probably dyed.

Red dress suit?

Red dress.

Like the suitcase?

It’s not red, it’s grey and it’s not there , it’s here.

What about the anger?

Maybe red, more probably black. Certainly dark. 

Still?

Probably, yes, at the bottom of a bottle of wine.

Red?

Yes.