The lady sings in the arms of a stranger. She sings a song about rain. It’s raining, raining again, a million drops fall on my head like tiny swords, she sings. The stranger cries as he kisses her ears.
“Look,”she says, “the wing of a dragonfly.” “I used to have wings,” she mutters.
“I know,” he says, “I know.”
Los relatos de Maurice Sparks 
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Thank you!