Omen

The alarm clock made a shrill sound. It was the only way to

wake me up at such an early hour. I lifted my eyelids lazily.

 

I reached out to the cupboard on which my cell lay and turned off

 

this fucking clattering which was hurting my ears from few

 

seconds.

I got up from the bed, opened the window wide, and looked up to see what the weather was going to look like. It was cloudless." It will be a good ride", I thought.

My attention was drawn by a young woman from the opposite block. She was wearing a nightdress, which particularly caught my eye. She was hunging up the laundry. She has the impetus to act - I thought. 'Washing at six in the morning?'

I looked down. A nun dressed in white was enteringto the next staircase. (...)