marysgarden

It was a warm summer night. The dim light of the streetlights enveloped the city in a slightly ornage mist. And I was completely freaked out. I rushed out of the Lower East Side Artist Club. "HOW COULD YOU!" My scream trailed off in the streets. "Leave me alone!" I heared footsteps behind me. "Lu-Lu, WAIT!" I turned around. His face became blurred through my veil of tears. "How dare you even speak to me! Me, a small wannabe wri-writer!" Damn! Why I had to cry now? He stopped and ran with his right hand through his hair. "Lucy, I- " His voice changed. "And anyway, YOU were the one who pretended to are a second Proust, and YOU were the one

She was sleeping a peacefully sleep, when a loud noise from the lobby interrupted her dreams. A bit dizzy, she tried to listen. I sounded a bit like music. Violine music. O heaven, it seriously couldn't be..? No, that was ridicolous. He was in New York and this was a hotel in London. No way, how could she even think about it? Grumpy, angry and a bit sleepy she stood up, determined to find the reason of that nightly music. She tucked her pillow under her arm and made her way in the glowering floor. Maybe the hotel staff decided to do a party. Or aliens (musician aliens) where trying to hypnose earthlings by music. This thought made her almost