Friday, August 31, 2018

movement

one day, a girl travelled for an extraordinarily long time, on a bus that took ages to get anywhere. next to her, there was a door. when this door opened, as it did every time the bus took a dangerous curve, a gust of memories would flood in and impregnate the bus with viscous feelings. one day, on this bus, there was sex steaming the windows. movie sex and yet uncomfortable, awkward and hilarious. sex that was clear and undisputable. that had them tutting across the aisle. [story unfolds, make up your own] some time later, the bus made an unexpected stop, everybody left, and the girl got on the driving seat. or at least that's what she thought.
Una publicación compartida de Helena Suárez (@ladelentesuy) el

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