He never slept well these days. The burden of too many years and too many thoughts. It was early evening. He had meant to lie for only a little while in the late afternoon where the sun shone wanly through his panorama window high above Lago Maggiore. But inevitably he had fallen into a sound sleep.
FICTION: ONE NIGHT IN LOCARNO
FICTION: ONE NIGHT IN LOCARNO
FICTION: ONE NIGHT IN LOCARNO
He never slept well these days. The burden of too many years and too many thoughts. It was early evening. He had meant to lie for only a little while in the late afternoon where the sun shone wanly through his panorama window high above Lago Maggiore. But inevitably he had fallen into a sound sleep.