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  • And the juice box romance

    May 28, 2009 — With 162 words & Read — Labelled as: Story
    Seeing just a small part of her clear white skin in the back of her neck between her scarf and her coat
    was the most beautiful thing he had seen all day long.
    Even though it was not much smaller than a penny.

    That’s what he will call her in his head from now on.

    ‘Penny’

    Looking out of the windows with the rain outside made him feel like a salmon swimming upstream.
    The bus was packed with people in soaking wet clothes who had such sour looks on their faces
    that it made him think they were walking lemons.
    He was thirsty enough, he would have loved to take someone’s coat and wrench it above a glass.
    ‘Hmm.. lemonade’ he thought while wetting his lips.

    ‘Could the bus be flooded if all the soaked people wrenched their clothes?’
    He thought to himself, if so than the bus would be a driving juice box and the city a supermarket.

    ‘Ah isle 4′, he thought to himself here is where he has to get off.
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