GREEN WITH RED FLOWERS

 

The guy on the motorcycle encouraged me to ride the sand waves so I did. I threw myself right on the sand street and the wind swiftly took me as if I were a vehicle, a naked vehicle riding them. I was bashfully covering myself with a towel, when he asked me to throw it away. I saw the cars coming at me, although each one just missed me. I was naked now and my breasts felt the cold soft sand and my legs tasted little grains trespassing the boundaries of skin.
We arrived at the place where the gypsies and their circus tents had camped. We couldn’t stay since we were running after a deceitful woman. She had taken a taxicab and so did we. It was a pity because the gypsies were welcoming and their tents smelled like curry, incense and indecent sex. We ran to the street and took a cab ourselves. I was then him and touched my tits that now were hers. The taxicab driver looked at us suspiciously through his rear view mirror. We arrived in the place where the red elevator was waiting for us, with it’s gold trim and brocade interior that I could see through the half-closed doors. It delivered us to a place where the walls had been painted green and in the middle of a brass bed frame dangled beautiful multicolored plastic flowers that were attached to the ceiling. There I saw that woman’s head again. The dirty rag strapped right over her eyes.