“The locks of her case would click open, as if of their own accord. Opening a gateway beyond the dark curtain…” – SEMMANT
Or else: I turned from an idler into a patient at a home med-check. Lidia would arrive all in white, with a medic’s case in her hands. She exuded cold, ice – exuded inaccessibility, minty freshness. One immediately wanted to know: what was it she had in that case?
“Hello,” she would say. “I’m a nurse from the hospital one street over. You called about a procedure? My name is Adele. What’s yours? Let me see if I remember: you’re Defiort, right?”
“Yes,” I would answer, smiling. “They call me that sometimes.”