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Sora – ‘She was carrying some of those repulsive yellow flowers. God knows
what they’re called, but they are somehow always the first to come out in
spring. They stood out very sharply against her black dress. She was
carrying yellow flowers! It’s an ugly colour. She turned off Tverskaya into
a side-street and turned round. You know the Tverskaya, don’t you? There
must have been a thousand people on it but I swear to you that she saw no
one but me. She had a look of suffering and I was struck less by her beauty
than by the extraordinary loneliness in her eyes. Obeying that yellow signal
I too turned into the side-street and followed her. We walked in silence
down that dreary, winding little street without saying a word, she on one
side, I on the other. There was not another soul in the street. I was in
agony because I felt I had to speak to her and was worried that I might not
be able to utter a word, she would disappear and I should never see her
again. Then, if you can believe it, she said :
” Do you like my flowers? “
‘I remember exactly how her voice sounded. It was pitched fairly low
but with a catch in it and stupid as it may sound I had the impression that
it echoed across the street and reverberated from the dirty yellow wall. I
quickly crossed to her side and going up to her replied : ” No ‘ She looked
at me in surprise and suddenly, completely unexpectedly, I realised that I
had been in love with this woman all my life. Extraordinary, isn’t it?
You’ll say I was mad, I expect.’ – Master and Margarita, by Mikhail Bulgakov
Sora
Prompt: A rabbit is riding a bobcat in the hills of Calabasas, excited atmosphere blur based on sporty feel