The rain beat senselessly on the roof above, like a child swinging away at a makeshift drum, a rythem beat out in uneven tempo on pots and pans and anything else within reach. The sound has a touch of pained frenzy to it, the clouds that had been hovering overhead threateningly for two days now being wrung forcefully empty by some great hand ( Read more... )

He never stops by when she's at home. Not in the average of twenty hours a day she spends in her flat, buried in printouts and photographs.  Not in the early morning when the coffee is brewing and the sunlight streams through her kitchen window. He never leaves a trace of the visit, except for sometimes there will be a banana missing from the ( Read more... )