Super overdue playlist, but it's here nevertheless. Enjoy the non tunes.
Lucubrate
Lucubrate : to work, write, or study laboriously, especially at night
This definition is totally unrelated to the short story, but its a word that my professor said as I was writing this short piece.
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"Do you think about me?" asked M, "Like do I come up in your head at the most random of times?"
"I thought about you when I was ordering at McDonalds." replied J, "The cashier had the same hair style as you."
"Thats it?"
"Thats it."
"Goodbye J."
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SETTING : M & J laying in a field of baby's breath or any type of grassy field, laying on a yellow checkered blanket. There is a light breeze, ruffling M's hair once in a while. J having short hair is undisturbed by this breeze.
M : An 18 year old girl. An unusual beauty, one where you have to understand over time. Unusual but intriguing.
J : A 19 year old boy. Features are quite common, can be seen as having a plain face but with a little more. Overwhelmed by the attention M gives him.
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EPILOGUE : M calmly got up, gathered her belongings and left the field. Tears were in her eyes, her face heated up bringing a rosy glow in her cheeks. A glow comparable found in the women whom Renoir often painted. J stayed, laying there, not understanding the gravity of his words.
Photo Journal #3: A Fleeting Summer
We wake up late. We sleep late. We stumble along the boardwalk with our friends by our sides, the essence of summer keeps us alive. As we roam the city, we are transported to a different life, one filled with brilliant colors and plenty of ice cream.
