Yellow Car

- Yellow car. 

Then he punched my arm, quickly and softly, like he was afraid of been seen by the others. 

All my body shook, it was an inner shiver. I felt my blood flowing like springs through my veins. I lost contact with the ground. Time stopped, but only for a second.

I goosebumped and I smiled, looking for more yellow cars in a big, old, photography. I think I found another one, but I can't remember if I hit him back. 

Everytime I remember his voice and his knuckles landing on my skin...

I have to move on, again.