She was leaning forward in the cinnamon-brown seat of a spider-black motorbike that gathered momentum on a rhino-grey road.
Her eyes were imbibing the pine-green fields under the rays of the bumblebee-yellow sun.
She whispered the dark thoughts to leave her mind; to let the multicoloured fantasy enter.
A tiffany-blue zephyr smelling faintly of violets breakfasted on her sangria-red hair.
Egg-shell white clouds rolled through the aquamarine frying sky-pan.
Minuscule peach-faced houses with orange roof-hats raised their fences in greeting as she passed them by.
She wished that the luminous sensation that suddenly appeared in her chest would last forever.
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A/N: Theme song: "Lana del Rey: Ride."
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Short StoryThis book is a collection of numerous short stories I have created, both mini and midi ones, written in the period of the past twenty years. Some of them are award-winning entries in various micronarrative competitions. Others were adapted with the...
