One Moment

Natan Zach

1960

One moment of silence, please. If you please. I
would like to say something. He walked
right past me. I could have touched the hem
of his mantle. I did not touch it. Who could have
known what I did not know.
The sand clung to his garments. Twigs
were entangled in his beard. Apparently he’d
spent the night in a haystack. Who could have
known that…
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