Chapter 1. Umbrella

She deftly goes round objects scattered carelessly over the apartment. The guest, who could not find a cause to look in here, wouldn’t find anything unnatural about this mess. Each object just couldn’t have settled in any other place. Everything in this apartment spoke that what was going on was right. Everything but the shrill scream in the vicinity of the entrance door. She spills the contents of her small bag onto the bed, noticing that a lipstick glimmered with golden scale in the waterfall. With a habitual movement a hand snatches it from a rushing flow, saves it from hitting the floor and shelters it in a palm. She holds the lipstick to her face, watching in the reflection how a scar...View all