Dialogue

Poetry/Micro-fiction

Mother and Daughter by Federico Zandomeneghi. Public Domain

“You look good”, said my mother in an artificially warm voice
“You look young, younger than usual.”
“Amsterdam is cold”
“Yes it is”
“People seem drunk”
“What do you mean”
“You know, like they are not living here, with us. In this world. As though they have lived before and this is all just a recap”
“Is that what drunk people are doing. Reliving?”
“You would know”, she said sharply
“And you wouldn’t?” I said in…