An Haiku-tale
– by Stefan Zimmermann – Licensed under CC BY-NC 4.0
She wakes up again –
The ammunition in reach …
The amulet, too –
She closes the door;
Runs to the elevator,
That never abides –
The lift door closes …
No floor is being chosen,
But it starts moving –
She closes her eyes;
Tight grip on the amulet …
She wakes up again –
The lift comes to rest;
Right between two stories! and:
The lift door opens –
Snowflakes are raging –
A cabin is illumined
By lambent candles –
In front of the hut:
Hunted prey; and the weapon:
Stands right beside it –
The hut door opens –
After all these years His gaze
Meets Hers; finally! –
She takes the rifle,
Loads it, aims, closes her eyes …
And pulls the trigger –
Seconds afterwards
Can nothing more be heard than:
His morning alarm –
He wakes up again –
The ammunition in reach …
The amulet, too …