Mornings.

In my neighborhood is really hard to get a ride to the city.

Is like a competition. Like a melee fight, to see who enters the car first.

The thing is that the people is so obsessed to get a place inside that nobody actually thinks. Everyone goes to the same door, and forgets the other one. But, as a intelligent being, I retreat from the crowd and enter by the other door.

When we’re seated inside, everyone takes a look to each other. We are the chosen ones. Our hearts burn with victory.

We’re going to the city.

Goodbye,

Jhonny.

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This post it's a courtesy of Velvet Verbosity's 100 words challege.