thediana

It was as if a ballet decided to perform for me, a slow motion play that would have been all the more authentic in black and white. A car slipped between the law, sliding- with an elegant spray of shattered glass and torn up water, which had once lain mirror-like upon the pavement, which now beaded in her hair. The red droplets ran through the clear puddle in simple, beautiful spider webs until its water was tinted a rosy pink. A mother lay as if daydreaming on the pavement, her eyes wide open, and her child close at hand, whose eyes focused on an unseen surprise. Shards of glass penetrated skin, small droplets spilling out from within.