A student house in the old town
Voices & soundsCoimbra, Portugal · 2014Shared by AnonymousSample story
At two in the morning my mother called my name from under the window. She was in Porto that night.
My room was on the first floor, over a steep cobbled lane. Someone below the window called me by the pet name only my mother uses, stretched out the way only she says it.
I opened the shutters. There was nobody, just wet stones and a flickering lamp. In the morning I phoned her. She had been asleep, and said she had dreamt about me.
- Year
- 2014
- Time
- 2:05 am
- Witnesses
- 1
- Echoes
- 6
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