Scene in a City
A single globule of salty saliva sails effortlessly through the air like a gymnast to fission in mid-flight to form a rosette that soars through a beam of golden sunlight to splatter upon a dust-covered pavement to leave behind only a remnant of gooey moisture that pedestrians ignore as the creator of fluid beauty shifts gears and drives off into the sunset.
3 Comments:
You make it sound like L.A.
Its actually Bangalore. Globalisation...what to do?
Brilliant!
And it's just ONE sentence.
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