Malu's hair gathered white, cold dust. ´Positioning herself comfortably Malu stood leaning her weight on a dark green lantern light pole. Her face was one of curiousity, pondering concern. Usually they should have marched accross by now. Malu didnt own a watch, the enormous church clock always gave her time. The boys were very late. A sister waited somewhere warm. A corner shop prehaps, sitting in the library.
Malu thought, maybe they arent walking today, shooting practice prehaps? There hadnt been a day Malu hadnt waited on the end of the bridge. If it was just a glimpse of the brown curls tucked under the blue ridgid cap. Or the sight of his long legs she was satisfied. At least she knew Matiu had not been killed. Yet.
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