Most towns
have a special place where young couples go looking for some kind of privacy. A
lover’s lane usually has a view and is about a twenty minute drive outside of
town. But Tyrol didn’t have a car. “What am I going to do with a girl?” he
thought to himself as he dressed for the date. “I’m a fucking vampire! How
stupid can you get?” Tyrol is as insecure as any teenager on a first date. He
buttoned the long sleeves and put on a neutral color jacket with a broad collar
Tyrol could pull up and cover his face a little. Not that he had that many
choices. “I should have just said...” repeated in his mind all of the things he
should have said but didn’t.
Harieen,
Kalina’s cousin, took charge of the stall. Kalina spent most of the morning
searching for clothes that did not look gypsy-like. It’s hard to find modern
chick clothing in a gypsy camp. So, Kalina ended up with a very un-gypsy-like mismatch
of cloths. “What am I worried about? I’m not a gypsy, I’m a zombie!” Once she
left the fairgrounds she quickened her pace.
“I can’t
get lost! It’s a small park; he said I can’t miss it” says Kalina anxiously.
(To Be Continued.)
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