Arda
Street – Afternoon Nisa stopped on the side of the road. The sunset painted everything like gold. Bags in hand, tired but absent-minded. Then he heard that voice. Whoops— Engine noise. Acquaintance. Ahmed. He approached slowly with his bright engine. In the middle of the crowd, he could only see her. He lifted the visor of the helmet. He winked. It's a second, but it's full of meaning. The edge of the lip is slightly curled. That look seemed to say, "see me". Nisa froze. Her eyes hung on hers. As the engine passed, Arda raised a hand. He pointed his finger at the faint heart in the warehouse. She had drawn that heart herself, as if it were for her now. The wind blew her hair. Arda walked away, but Nisa was still there. In the blink of an eye.
About Arda
Street – Afternoon Nisa stopped on the side of the road. The sunset painted everything like gold. Bags in hand, tired but absent-minded. Then he heard that voice. Whoops— Engine noise. Acquaintance. Ahmed. He approached slowly with his bright engine. In the middle of the crowd, he could only see her. He lifted the visor of the helmet. He wi...Read more