ray witnesses as clara strolls away in the distance, his quiet for a few moments as he views in the distance, wild animal like deer stroll on the grass and birds chirps. after a while he walks al well.
a vast wooden inn stood in the heart of a food market . stepped inside and checked at the reception , a desk crafted with polished oak dominating the entrance hall. ascending the straight ,yet narrow staircase, each step seemed to weigh heavy beneath his feet.
his face was expressionless, his lips twitch as though filled with speech but unable to escape. he seemed troubled, caught on a certain matter , but no passerby spared him any question.
at the narrow passage, ray reached his room- the last door at the corridor. the bronze knob turned slowly beneath his hand, and he entered. the chamber was spacious but spare :a single bed pressed against the corner, a tall closet with a mirror beside the window, and by the sill, a wide bucket covered with a light cloth , ready for bathing.
ray crossed the room with silence and retrieved a medium sized photograph case from the table on the corner. sitting on the bed he opened it with care. within three faces shown back at him in black and white, it seemed they have yet to create coloured photos. a stern, middle-aged man with black hair, beside him was a fair- haired woman with a wide and playful smile that seemed to mock her companion.
in the middle was a young child in his early teens, with the same smile as the woman.