Love Degree

September. The beginning of his third year. A lonely university student drifting through life is about to be enrolled in the most difficult course of all: the course of love.

[a cell phone novel]


4. "Powder," she said

"You're a lucky young man," the doctor said.

Strange. At the beginning of every day of my life, I felt increasingly the opposite: unlucky, unhappy.

He leaned over me.

"Alive, with no broken bones. With nothing, except bruising and a few scrapes."

I considered thanking him.

"And," he said, "this lovely young lady to marry you. Every day she's been here to look in and check how you are doing."

Every day?

How long had I been in the hospital?

The girl blushed and looked down at her feet. She was wearing yellow shoes.

"What day is it?" I asked.


The last I remembered was a Monday evening in the rain.

"It's not uncommon," the doctor said, "to forget, to lose one's sense of time. What's most important is that you're whole."

Every day?

After the doctor left, the girl looked up again.

"You've come here every day?" I asked.

"Yes," she said.

"What's your name?" I asked.

"Powder," she said.

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