That summer she gave up the hot sunshine in the subtropical zone for the cool sea breeze of San Francisco. It wasn't really any sacrifice. She knew something was wrong between them. She had to deal with it face to face with him.By the time she arrived at the lodging place in Latin area, the sky had darkened. Besides, she never expected the summer in the bay city to be so chilly. Desperate to get in touch with him, she stood in the wind, with only the protection of the phone booth. She trembled every time the wind blew. Yet the telephone at the other end kept ringing as if he had moved away right before her arrival. At the one hundredth try, he finally picked up the phone, answering in a naturally weak voice, "Oh, I didn't hear anything before. I happened to get up for nature's call and voila..." Her heart sank even deeper and the coldness seemed even worse than a moment ago.That was the coldest summer she had ever had in her life.
6 comments:
you have captured it well !
A lot of details, great job !
What a good illo, i love it
Good illo--nice backstory.
Great job translating the "theme" to paper! Cold...and lonely.
It is that cold in San Francisco. Too bad there are no phone booths to take shelter in any more...everyone has cell phones. I like the impending blackness of the sky.
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