Alma Zavala
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The light pink, cotton candy-shaded sky reminds Isamar of Sofia Coppola movies. She imagines she’s a round-faced white woman with wispy, blonde hair that grazes her face gently in a dream-like wind. Her alarm, the daydream traitor, blares an obnoxious ring, and she’s weighted down by the reality of her circumstance. Although standing half a mile away from the marina, her place is inside, where a restaurant for west coasters who can afford to stay outside and fantasize is awaiting her attention. At least at this point in the day, it is quiet- peaceful… the opening scene of a romcom, before the hilarity ensues.
By Alma Zavala2 years ago in Fiction
Película
The light pink, cotton candy-shaded sky reminds Isamar of Sofia Coppola movies. She imagines she’s a round-faced white woman with wispy, blonde hair that grazes her face gently in a dream-like wind. Her alarm, the daydream traitor, blares an obnoxious ring, and she’s weighted down by the reality of her circumstance. Although standing half a mile away from the marina, her place is inside, where a restaurant for west coasters who can afford to stay outside and fantasize is awaiting her attention. At least at this point in the day, it is quiet- peaceful… the opening scene of a romcom, before the hilarity ensues.
By Alma Zavala2 years ago in Fiction
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