The white spot

white point
It was the only white spot on the page of his dark, black life that always reminded him of his dark past, with the hidden secrets he held. He tried in every way to keep them hidden from view. He plays his role skillfully, and as soon as night falls, he strips himself of the garment of chastity and dignity, and replaces it with the garment of vice and meanness. Between the psychological struggles that engulf him, he insinuates her image on the horizon with that sarcastic smile that he always hated. And meanness smashes her image from the walls of his imagination and snatches the letters of her name from his memory, enjoying the feelings of victory.
Excerpts from my book (A Woman from the City of Sorrows)