Taxi【Comic Prose】

Taxi 【手写英文版】

Postscript

On a sunny afternoon, I wandered around the corner of the city to the foot of an office building, where there were a few chairs and tables for people to rest outside-the kind of chairs and tables made of black metal. A thin layer of turf was spread under it, so that the table and chair could not be kept in their proper place.

I took out the marker I had in my chest bag and, after a bit of a daze, I applied a black square to the front windshield of the taxi in the first photo. Hey, I had a whim, make up a few strokes, a boxy full of the spirit of the era of the car on paper. I imagined the car had a silver chromed grille from the'80s and'90s. Of course, the actual on my paper is not reflected, after all, this is only a black and white stick figure, so it.

After the creation is very smooth, perhaps used to melt three or four cold drink time, they completed this essay. If only the writing always went like this.