The Specters of Algeria

The spreading grayish-black spot s

To be precise, we were talking about how sad we were that the mold had disappeared, and to be even more precise, we were thinking about a conversation we’d had when the mold had been expanding its territory.

I remember only two things for sure: the languorous heat and the feeling that a season was nearing its end.

It could have been the room that was so hot, not the season; it could have been a certain period of time, not a season, that was nearing its end.