Saavedra Bridge. A man sticks half his body out of a red Duna’s back seat poorly parked on the shoulder of the highway to throw up. Behind him, approximately 2 kilometer afar, maybe more, a massive lightning bolt fell from a huge black cloud. The lightning was the [more]
Saavedra Bridge. A man sticks half his body out of a red Duna’s back seat poorly parked on the shoulder of the highway to throw up. Behind him, approximately 2 kilometer afar, maybe more, a massive lightning bolt fell from a huge black cloud. The lightning was the colour of a flame: always changing shades of orange and yellow. My attention was again caught by that man since I needed to verify if I understood the scene because I’ve avoided to see the saucy part of it. I looked at the road next to the car. A light orange spot, mix of half-digested food and gastric juices. I looked at the man. A flame of vomit was coming out of his mouth as if he was a dragon losing his fire as his flame was slowly extinguishing.