Untitled Story: Ch. 2

We drove through the town and I saw many small-town-like things, giving me a comfortable small-town-like feeling. I looked out the window and saw many people doing just the sort of thing one would expect people in a small town to be doing. It was all very comforting and I felt safe and calm.

Chad stopped the SUV at a gas station, where he said he was going to get some gas. I stepped out of the car and told Chad I’d be right back. I needed to use the toilet, but when I entered the store, I didn’t see a sign for a restroom. I asked the cashier if she had a restroom. She said it was on the outside of the building in the back.

She handed me a red block of wood that said “Men” in black print. It had a hole drilled through one end and a thin chain passed through it. The chain had a key on it. I walked out the door and looked at Chad, who was still pumping gas. I held up the red block of wood with the key dangling from it and Chad saw me and nodded his head.

I went towards the back of the building, noticing, as I glimpsed the darkening sky, that it was dusk. I prayed the bathroom had a working light. No telling how clean it would be or what it could be infested with. These outside-type restrooms weren’t usually the best, in my experience.

I unlocked the door and pushed the door open. I reached in and felt the wall for a light switch. I found it and flipped the switch, feeling a sense of relief when the light bulb, over the mirror above the sink, came on. I looked down at the toilet to see a daddy long legs crawling across a spider web inside the toilet seat.

I decided I would just stand up and pee, holding the rest for later. I finished, washed my hands and dried them off with a paper towel from the holder on the wall next to the mirror. I locked the door, returned the key to the cashier with a simple “Thank you,” and headed back to Chad’s SUV.

Chad had the motor running and was busy tuning in to some music on the radio. I got in, and he said, “That was quick.” I nodded and replied, “Not the cleanest place. I’ll wait til we get to your place to sit down on the toilet.” “Okay,” was all he said, and he pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the road.

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Untitled Story: Ch. 1

I was going somewhere, knowing where I was going, but not satisfied. I was looking forward to going. I had waited a long time to be going and I had known for a long time where I would be going.

In the process of going, I boarded a train. It was a quiet train, and there wasn’t much to do but look out the window at, first, the city, then, the country, going by, or, rather that which the train was going by. I was sitting in a seat, thinking about nothing. I thought about nothing for a long time.

After another long time had passed, we arrived at a train station. At first I got excited because I thought maybe it could be time to get off. I was soon disappointed as the conductor called out the name of a city which was not where I was going. It looked like an interesting little town, but not interesting enough to make me get off the train before I got to where I was going.

After all, there would be someone waiting to meet me when I got to where I was going. It wouldn’t be considerate to get off early and not be there to get off the train when it got to where I was supposed to be going. The person who would be there to meet me would not be very pleased to see that I was not on the train anymore.

So, I stayed on the train for a while longer. In fact, it was a long while. The train stopped five times before it arrived at the station where I was supposed to get off. I said goodbye to the family that I was sitting with on the train and wished them good luck in their endeavors. They did the same towards me, and I smiled and waved to them before stepping down out of the train.

As I walked towards the station, my friend came walking towards me. He smiled and waved and I smiled and waved back at him. He offered to take my bag, but I told him thank you but I would carry it. We walked through the station and out the front door to the parking lot. My friend pointed to a large, blue SUV and said that was his vehicle.

My friend, whose name is Chad, took my bag and put it in the back of the SUV. When he opened the cargo door, a large, handsome dog stuck his head up from the back seat and licked Chad’s hand. “Hello, Millie,” Chad said, and he patted the dog on the head. Then he took a step back and closed the door. We both got into the front seats and headed on our way down the road towards the town where Chad and Millie live.

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