Treasure Island

nimal dunuhinga

(19, April,1951 / kalubovila East, Sri Lanka)

Joyriding


She goes with her new lover.
An unpopular actor
in a red colored racing car.
On the way the police halted them
as it's a stolen car.
The girl still feels it's a movie
until they are taken for custody.

Submitted: Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Edited: Tuesday, September 07, 2010

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  • kskdnj sajn (9/12/2006 5:57:00 PM)

    Enjoyed the 'reality check' in this one Nimal, an experience we all have eventually.... regardless of the activity. (Report) Reply

  • Sandra Fowler (9/12/2006 5:38:00 PM)

    Colorful imagery in this one. These two joyriders are definately headed for a crash
    The dream has ended and reality has begun. Very original.Nimal.

    Regards,

    Sandra (Report) Reply

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