Yellow Submarine

The sky darkens as she walks home, winter has come. she pulls out a device, one more powerful than the space shuttle, a device that fits in her pocket, her phone. she takes a glance, and decides to call her close friends,

"Elice? are you there? whispers the girl"

"Giannca... I'm here, don't get into a fuss."

"I'm scared, I don't know what I'm going to do, my life is so boring, I need to get out and see the world"

"With time, With time,"

Giannca speeds up to get home, to her cold, colorful apartment, filled with miniature lights that sparkle like her cold, blue, eyes.

"I'm home!" Giannca shouts to the empty space, of course no one responds

the television is running as she left it, her old coffee still in the pot.

"I need to go. I need to go to a different place." nearly screamed Giannca, in a fit of rage.

and just like that, she was on a plane to Italy, halfway across the globe.