Memories under the light
The light is like a bean. Reflecting a hibiscus face, delicate eyebrows are drawn softly on the face. His eyes were focused on the soles of the socks in his hands, without focus or movement.
A few dogs barked outside the window, and the hibiscus-like face changed its mind. She lightly opened her red lips, sighed, and started threading again. As if remembering her husband's torn socks, there was a misty smile on her face. The toes playfully stretched out through the holes and poked their heads out. The serious face looked at the toes that came out of the holes with confusion and curiosity. They moved their toes as if teasing a small animal, stretching and contracting, shaking around, as if they didn't understand why it came out.