That's My Odessa

Odessa. Early morning. Sonia is yawning. Her dressing gown is satiny. This night was just a symphony in a company of her Antonie. She was sure he was her destiny. All they did was in such a harmony. With those thoughts she went to the balcony. But … suddenly she has heard a noise. It sounded with an irony. It was her neighbor’s voice. - Listen, Sonia! Are you sick? At night I saw the doctor leaving your place so quick. Do you have anything chronic? - Oh, dear Bella! What are you talking about? I am not a Cinderella, but would like to be logic. You have to admit that… your tongue is a culprit. One day you’ll pay for it. And now I’ll tell you more: When that colonel your place parted I didn’t shout that the war had already started. ©Larisa Rzhepishevska (Odessa, Ukraine)