Vincent's Yellow

a[n] [auto]biography and a love story.

From Frankfurt

Teresa rests her head on Vincent´s shoulder. She wears a sleeping mask over her eyes and an inflatable neck pillow. Both are covered by an airline blanket.

Vincent: Where are we?
Teresa (sleepy): On a plane.
Vincent: A what?
Teresa: We´re flying.
Vincent: Right now?
Teresa: Yes. To Amsterdam.
Vincent: To Amsterdam? From the United States of America?! But how long will that take?
Teresa: About ten hours.
Vincent: That`s impossible…
Teresa: Shh… <kisses him and goes back to sleep>

Vincent quiets, but looks warily out the window…

Wed, August 5 2009 » Personal

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