She pulled a wool blanket higher. On the sill, a cup of Verlängerter had gone cold. She didn’t mind. The city was performing its slow winter waltz—trams rattling on the Ring, a woman walking a dachshund, steam rising from a sewer grate like a ghost remembering a ballroom.
She picked up her cold coffee and raised it to the glass. bay windows vienna
The rain had stopped an hour ago, but the streetlights still caught the wet cobblestones and turned them into scattered sequins. From the deep seat of the bay window, Anna watched a man in a long coat cross the intersection, his footsteps silent through the old glass. She pulled a wool blanket higher