Things that happen
Sandra loved love. She fell in love at the drop of a hat, sometimes a mere whisper and a kind word were enough. And so, in the rush of imagination, she built her life surrounded by happy people in impressive, regal houses, or more modest ones, just for starters.
She would spend the winters falling in love until spring was around the corner, when the air of the new season renewed her spirit and made her want new things. Maybe at that time of the year something in her died or was lost, or maybe nobody could love her for too long.
And so, in a moment of spring she lost everything, dreams and reality. The worst thing was that she couldn’t tell anyone about a spring like this because it wasn’t like this for anyone else. For a while she grew fond of the taste of beer, of the freezing cold of her hands on the glass and the smell of those who had drunk too much. One evening she was worn-out from thinking too much, she took the tankard, sniffed it, grimaced, and then collapsed on the bar and watered her head.
When she found the strength to live again, it was already summer and she went back to falling in love. And falling in love in the summer made her feel less lonely.