I opened the door slowly, very slowly. At once Henri turned his head in my direction, his avid hands trembled, he opened his eyes wide, filled with wonder by the appearance of the goddess... I advanced, he looking at me, agog... As I moved, the bit of fabric untied itself and fell to my feet. His gaze penetrated me... He too advanced slowly, very slowly. His hands moved irrepressibly. I stood still. I did not even try to pick up the indecent bit of fabric. His hand lightly touched my breasts and I closed my eyes...

The Mural
excerpt from French original « Identités »,short stories, L’Ancrier éditeur ,1994.  -Strasbourg