Feelings Like Memories
“It’s a community that really loves one another. Plus, I think they’re weirdos like me.”
“A bit too eccentric for my taste, but they’re nice.”
“You like weirdos though, I think they’re a bit more similar to you than you think.”
Laughter and sobs perfectly mixed with one another. I wish we could talk for hours and hours. But the sky’s red had finally begun to turn a dark purple.
“You got plans?”
“A little late for that now, Tumbleweed.”
“Eh, I can make it. I enjoy the Californian darkness.”
“Still pretty far.”
“Geez, such a critic! I’ll just make a stop in the nearest town and call it a day.”
As much as I didn’t want to leave, I knew I couldn't stay in San Roque.
I decided to finally get up outta of the dirt, expecting Biscuit to follow me up to the front of the town.
But she just stayed there, looking up at me.