Monday 1 December 2014

Visual writing

Dust is all around, then smoke appears. I smell apples.
I hear the car behind and see another ine right in front of me. The wind blows and spreads dust clouds around me. But I'm happy to feel stable asfalt under my high heels and only 5 minutes later I open a large durty marshrutka's door. Hearing the old man's shortness of breath behind me i come in slowly on purpose. It seemed to me that the roads won't be crowded. If i decided to take a car I wouldn't be able to remember and notice all that.
Somebody pats me on the shoulder to pass the money, I accept but in reality I'm a bit angry because I hear the clutch pedal and see my stop through the open door.