Of the unnatural kind
It’s morning. I awake rested, hungry and sore.
Showering melts away some of my discomforts as I suds up my hair.
I hear a noise outside the bathroom and then feel pounding.
Grabbing a towel to wrap myself I take a quick look around.
The doorbell rings. Then the pounding again.
I swing open the front door to Jac smirking and giving me the once over. I ask her to sit while I finish up.
“You’re not much for decorating are you?”
After a quick rinse, I dress and rejoin her.
“What brings you by?”
“Concern, curiosity and I’m guessing you’re pretty hungry. You up for a ride?”
There’s that look of mischief again begging me to bite.
“I donated everything, starting new.”
Her eyes locked on mine awaiting a response.
I nod and we head out.
“How do you know Marcela?”