It's morning again, the sun has been up for an hour or so and all my darling guests have finally left (one of them in an ambulance, but she's fine). I'm on my own but not alone. Last night made me realize and appreciate the value of true friendship, so thank you all so much ♥
I wanted to throw a theme party, nothing too fancy, and as I sat on mom's bed an old black and white picture on her night stand caught my eye. It's of my Russian grandfather standing in the middle of the Red Square in Moscow wearing a huge fur hat, a heavy snowstorm drowning out most of the background. As I tried to find even a hint of a smile on his rugged face I got the idea: Stalingrad.
Later in the evening I told Miri you know, Stalingrad is where the Third Reich first succumbed to the Red Army and she said I wont give up without a fight.
As my moisturized lips gently touched hers I could feel and hear her gasping for air. Behind me the envious glances from the boy with the soft hair. I wish he wasn't so weak.