The Folded Keyboard

A farmhouse kitchen in Burgundy on a winter evening, a hanging enamel lamp, on a table with a red and white gingham oilcloth a compact terminal with a dark brown front housing and a light sand-coloured rear part, a small curved tube screen in a brown frame glowing soft greenish-white with blurred pale blocks, the brown keyboard folded down in front, its keys plain and blank, a row of rust-brown function keys and one green key at the right, a hand in a wool sleeve pressing the green key, beside it a grey telephone with a coiled cord and a glass of red wine, every surface plain and unmarked.