Antina Zlatkova
Because of the accordion, my grandfather only saw black and white:
Grandma, with accordion-like body, major-key smile, and half-toned eyes…
roads… light... like life…
He - black-eyed musician - with two lives - Grandma and the accordion.
One fragrant moonless night Grandma burned the accordion. Grandpa - minor-key white - strangled her and did not say a word until his death.
© Antina Zlatkova
© Vesselin Vesselinov, Craig Hasbrouck - translated from bulgarian
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© E-magazine LiterNet, 01.09.2012, ¹ 9 (154)