The Line of Life

in a thick milk bottle a dark green one which grandfather found on the beach after the war having inside a shriveled yellow paper without any drawing without any inscription the grandmother's ashes stayed for a while grandmother being skinny the bottle was almost empty so the grandfather put the paper back in place when he missed her he took the bottle put it on his chest and spoked to her and when my grandmother had to answer him he was turning it like an hourglass and so he did for two years until he crouched too (although it was harder because he was hefty) in the milk bottle then to make room for him I finally took that sheet and I stuck it on the window when it rains on the sea and it`s lightning on both sides of the paper two overlapping palms can be seen one of a woman and the other of a man crossed in filigree by a single line of life nothing else