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Walking along the rails, white sheets across their faces that trail, are a man and a woman.
The woman walks delicately, her arms down, hands beside her blue dress making the fabric swish and sway in a flattering manner. She walks slowly, but the sheet across her face is held on with a force, so much so that you can see the outline of her features. She doesn't seem to mind though.
The man walks upright and with determination; his arms held tight against his body in a soldier like fashion. He has on a suit; well fitted and classic. His sheet is also tightly wound around his sharp features.
And so the two walk along the crimson steel I beams that rise up into the sky and disappear into the clouds. The foundation of a skyscraper. The beams glint maliciously in the afternoon sun, so ruby red as to be compared to thick blood that floods down the street and towards a drain pipe. They're heading in similar directions, although a distance apart from one another on different levels.
The man walks high, up above, while the woman picks her way across the down below. It is like this for quite some time, silent except for the wind that whistles, each time they get closer and closer to one another. Finally, when they are just a beam or two away, they cautiously extend an arm for one another. Almost diagonally across from one another, their fingertips touch. In one final grasp for each other's hands, they slip and fall, intertwined, white sheets still attached to their faces, onto the well vacant dirt.
As people start to file around the suicidal lovers, they notice how clean the scene is, and how each body already has a white sheet laid across it.
Renee Magritte, "The Lovers"
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Well done Gina, very interesting, expressive write sweetheart, much love Nardine Sanderson xx
thank you so much !