Wednesday, April 1, 2009

Vacation (Retard continued)

“My sister said she can take care of the dog." She laid down on the bed next to him, resting her head on her hand, trying to peek his expression over his shoulder. "You just need rest. A week of sand and sun and you’ll be yourself again.”

He remained facing away from her, moving nothing but his lips. “Where are we going?”

“Some place warm. Tropical.”

“Why does everyone go to the same places?”

“Because they’re nice.”

“Doesn’t sound it.”

She put her hand on his shoulder and began stroking his arm. “Where do you want to go?”

“Somewhere with less people.”

“We’ll go to the mountains.”

He was silent.

“Remember that time when we were driving through the desert and we stopped at one of those run down abandoned houses.”


“Let’s go there.”

“What for?”

“We could be alone there.”

“I don’t want to be alone.”

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