Imagine that yesterday she boarded the ferry to the island. She would meet a man who did not turn up or was she perhaps mistaken? She stood by the railing and with her eyes under long lashes she followed a seagull hovering on a stroke of wind. A drizzly rain made the dull deck shiny. It reflected the sky in gray wisps of silver.
I follow after the facts, she thought, or from the facts forward, that could also be, of course. But which facts? The man? A hotel in such an abandoned hole? That can only mean disaster? An ideal prospect. The profile she had felt attracted to, was really no more than a projection of what you want to hear. How would reality in fact be as ideal as it was painted? Do you learn anything from life in the end?
She imagined how he would see her at first glance, and dressed in accordance to that. Tasteful but not exaggerated. Neutral but not impersonal. Feminine but not too challenging. Fashionable but not too hip. Three of the four is usually barely possible, all four is impossible, there is always something.
The ferry departed, too big for just a few people. In the empty dining room she sat down at a table for two. From a sound box an unknown lady sang beautiful tango …. beautiful stranger …. makes me feel like I’m on a river flow …. …. She ordered a glass of wine to relax. She waited exceptionally long to order something to eat without understanding why and eventually ordered a cone with whipped cream, something totally absurd and obstinate, for her usual balanced eating habits. Through the windows the landscape in the distance shifted along and got smaller and smaller until it disappeared in a light haze.