Sacred Heart of Jesus

The electric bursts made me nostalgic. The grey rumbles invaded my ears and memories of Grandma gathering two wide-eyed little girls in the hallway with the meat-colored carpet. I didn't dread the walk. The rain planted bombs on my skin; I sheltered my face with the hood my black cardigan offered and dreaded proving myself. There was laughter from people enjoying the rush water brings. People smile, exchange understanding glances, and offer advice. Though my skin was sleepless, I began to have a good morning. I saw a blanket of sympathy within everyone that was so simple and so beautiful. A guy on a red bike screams, "What the fuck are you doing?!" and slams into a red Escort making an illegal u-turn. The guy slapped his moist middle finger onto the window that he crashed into and went on his way with embarassed cheeks. My Spanish teacher told me he was impressed with my conversation .