Yellow Car

Yet another project by another good friend of mine. Go and check out her stuff – she’s writing really cool short stories in a series of diverse genres based on cool photos she’s taken herself (I love this one because of the associations I make with it and our friendship). Have a look and let us know what you think about our projects! Angelica xoxo


I walked down Elmer Street with a bouquet of sunflowers, mulling over my dream. It was of Elaine. Blue eyes, curtained by strands of black, and hands that were always balled into fists resting on her laps. Her eyebrows were furrowed and one corner of her lip was slightly pulled back, as though she had just taken a bite out of a wedge of lemon but was trying to play it cool—as she does with most things. But I knew that she was only chewing on the inside of her cheek.

I’ve never dreamed in black and white before, but for some reason, I did last night. Thinking about it, it could’ve been a scene straight out of a movie. We were driving along a suspension bridge, a glowing cityscape in the distance. Elaine was in the passenger’s seat, absentmindedly humming something to herself. We didn’t seem to be moving anywhere.

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