ANNARILEYS.
“hm. that’s not too unusual, but did you decide to write about bruce lee in particular or something? i mean, could you write about any gravestone– what about just a random gravestone?” she asked, questions bubbling over in curiosity. “that sounds kinda interesting.” she tucked her hair behind her ear as she spoke. “oh, that’s shitty. well, uber’s always my go-to, honestly,” she commented. “what happened?” anna riley wondered, concerned about the vehicle.
‘’ it’s more about death itself, but i find bruce lee’s sudden cerebral edema death way more inspiring than any cemetery on earth.’’ riley admitted to the girl. ‘’ i don’t deal well with strangers who get paid to drive me.’’ she shrugged. ‘’ it just sounds weird.’’ the brunette added with a small smile. ‘’ to be honest, i don’t know. i was driving home from work and my car stopped working, i had to go to the nearest garage, by foot.’’ she told her small story. ‘’it was quite far, but i made it.’’









