Thursday, May 1, 2014

001.

The slam of the trunk reverberated through the car, shaking the ice cubes in her iced coffee. She looked at the side mirror and watched as he came around the front of the car.

"You forgetting anything?" He bent over, sticking his head through the window, blocking the sun out with his back.

She shook her head, her sunglasses falling to her forehead. 
"Maybe," she sighed. She always felt like she was forgetting something.

"Well we're all set in the trunk. Last chance." He pushed off of her door and the sun flooded back in. 

The house in front of her look foreign. It was the first time she has ever seen it empty. All the doors were locked and blinds shut so no one could tell that no one was home. She decided to keep the porch light on. Even though they would be gone it made it seem like someone was still home.

Troy pulled open the driver's door, taking the map that was placed there and throwing it on her lap. 

She wasn't sure how much of a good idea this was. She didn't know how to read a map. And they would get into a fight as soon as he asked her for directions because he knew she didn't map read and he still insisted she be the trip compass.

She took the map and put it on the floor beside her sandals.

They would have to move soon. The sun was beginning to burn the skin on her arm. 

Troy looked at her, "You sure you're ready?"

"Let's just go." He always had double triple check before they did anything. It took all the spontaneity out of everything.

"Alright. Let's go," he smiled, ignoring her harsh tone. He turned the key in the ignition and the car shook once again, rumbling first before coming to steady life. 

"Say goodbye!" He waved to the empty house before switching into reverse. 

She pulled her sunglasses down and watched her family home move away from her. She didn't know when they would be back again, but she knew that she had to leave. 

Once they were out of the driveway Troy switch into drive and turned the wheel with his left hand, squeezing her knee with his right. 

"We'll be back" he said confidently. She wanted to push his hand off for it.

How could he possibly know that's what she'd want to do? Why would she ever want to go back?

"No," she said. "We won't." She reached down for her ice coffee and took a sip. She will never go back.


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