Teen Valery taking bath to wash off her sins
She sat very still in the afternoon room staring out the balcony windows. The green leaves fluttered lazily in the warm wind. Red flowers drooped over the iron railing their petals fluttering down into the street below. She watched raptly she heard the slow sounds drifting upward: cars laughter shouts flits of conversations- spiraling the heels of a woman- clicking softly toward something.