Green Once upon a time I had lived a woman from Longbridge with eyes like a pinewoods. She had gotten married a man that I don't know one year later we had leaved. She had called me the day before wedding. She had said that "Come back to me. Let's leave from here." I hadn't come back her. I had said no. Thus she got married. It was five years ago. We didn't have a talk with each other again until a few weeks ego. She called me. We talked about classical superficial things. How is going, how are you etc. I called her at evening of same day. So we started talking at phone, everyday. We didn't talking about love. But I know that I might say yes if she ask again. Yesterday night I went her street where she live with her husband at another city. It was snowy. The street is snow-clad. Moonlight ,reflected from snow, was shining upon the night. I looked up her house. It was ground floor. I approached the wall of the building. I stood there pretending to help a kid who makes snowman. There are two windows this side of house. It was like a larder . The books and some souvenirs which is leaned the window was seeming like showcase of a store. I read names of books. It was some kind of bestseller series and encyclopedia sets that newspapers sent out against coupon. She doesn't read book. I thought her husband doesn't too. Because whoever doesn't read likes display books. I noticed a victory cup among the souvenirs. Its name was "Backgammon Master" . I don't like backgammon. It is a too easy game. I thought he was a mediocre person. She must be felt I am there that she stepped out of the home . But with her husband. I don't know . Maybe She couldn't find a excuse for going out or she wanted to indicated to me the actual. They started to play with snow just behind of me. Probably they was making a snowcastle or of a kind. I could hear her voice. But I didn't look at them. I didn't want to see him maybe her either. I wrapped my weft to kid's snowman and I walked off.