Anonymous
Sat, 27 Oct 01, 7:52 PM
bellas accident in the streetcar
Isabella was a young girl of approximately 16 years. The alone-educating father submitted the school of the criticism on the one hand as a psychologist publicly, but he was even’t certainly able hardly to set her boundaries In consequence, the teachers in their majority seemed bored about the psychologists daughter, about Bellas self-willed performances in school, her predominantly black eye and lip make-up, her groovy. dresses, her and her increasing absences.
I experienced a scene of Bella with stiff overlip with one of her peedance-performances in the city: In the moment as the driver of the streetcar wanted already to start, one could hear was accelerated rattling of high heels and gasping to breath a young girl rose briefly . The door had to be opened again - Bella with two shopping bags to the midway entrance headed in . She wore tight long blue Jeans, roman sandals with a light bluegreen tanktop as well as a Jeans jacket. The rattling continued and Bella established herself majestically in the back of the streetcar, the shopping bags on her lap. So far so well.
Because it was however summer and beautiful weather, it was not to be hidden that the young lady camouflaged a wetaccident: synchronously to her rattling steps on the dust-dry pavement near the station exactly following to the process of her steps was a close dripping trace. The trace was formed too just in the streetcar beside her seat and ended with camouflage in the well hidden crotch by the purchase bags of the lady. Was there white wine running out? There was growing a majestic liquid puddle under the seat, sloshing by the accelerating of the vehicle. I supposed, that the accident must have remained still for a while of the journey , and the young lady with stoned face insisted on the nonverbal predicate: “Not I am leaking, only my shopping bag is loosing liquids ....
Isabella was a young girl of approximately 16 years. The alone-educating father submitted the school of the criticism on the one hand as a psychologist publicly, but he was even’t certainly able hardly to set her boundaries In consequence, the teachers in their majority seemed bored about the psychologists daughter, about Bellas self-willed performances in school, her predominantly black eye and lip make-up, her groovy. dresses, her and her increasing absences.
I experienced a scene of Bella with stiff overlip with one of her peedance-performances in the city: In the moment as the driver of the streetcar wanted already to start, one could hear was accelerated rattling of high heels and gasping to breath a young girl rose briefly . The door had to be opened again - Bella with two shopping bags to the midway entrance headed in . She wore tight long blue Jeans, roman sandals with a light bluegreen tanktop as well as a Jeans jacket. The rattling continued and Bella established herself majestically in the back of the streetcar, the shopping bags on her lap. So far so well.
Because it was however summer and beautiful weather, it was not to be hidden that the young lady camouflaged a wetaccident: synchronously to her rattling steps on the dust-dry pavement near the station exactly following to the process of her steps was a close dripping trace. The trace was formed too just in the streetcar beside her seat and ended with camouflage in the well hidden crotch by the purchase bags of the lady. Was there white wine running out? There was growing a majestic liquid puddle under the seat, sloshing by the accelerating of the vehicle. I supposed, that the accident must have remained still for a while of the journey , and the young lady with stoned face insisted on the nonverbal predicate: “Not I am leaking, only my shopping bag is loosing liquids ....