The ride wouldn’t be hard, not physically, but mentally? Frankly, I had no desire to bike across any state with Marcus. Who would? Not many people like to be controlled and Marcus was a whiz at control.
When he’d first shown up, I’d felt sorry for him and so I’d invited him to hang. I’m such a chump. All my friends say so.
We left at dusk, riding several hours into the night before he would allow a stop. The sky was a spectacle. The night cold. I lay all night fantasizing about sneaking away.
Five days which would have melted the Devil was enough. After midnight, I rose, quiet, and snuck away, wheeling my bike beside me. Hitched a ride home after ditching the bike.
Never biked since.
Always told people he moved away, decide to bike the world.
He sat quiet, watching the coming and going in the park, Alfred standing to the side, staring off towards the pond.
“After we eat, don’t worry,” he said, taking a bite of his biscuit. Sipping coffee. Tossing half of another to his friend. Alfred ignored the sharing.
He shrugged. It was early. Alfred wasn’t a morning bird.
Neither of them were young. Maybe that was why they were such good friends. Both of them looking at the world from the wrong end of the telescope.
He hope Alfred went first. Who’d take care of him if he passed first? Alfred was a quiet bird, a reflective bird, set in his ways.
Taking his last bite of biscuit, he crumbled the bag and tossed it into the trash bin. Two points. He still had it.
Glancing down, he saw Alfred eating his biscuit, settled back to wait. Friends waited for each other. Friends accepted each other. Friends were friends.
Besides, he enjoyed the quiet. The pond would wait.
“Would you rather have real birds, feet buried in the sand?”
Susan sighed, watching the man buying lunch at the trailer beyond.
“Are you trying to distract me?”
“If I was trying to distract you, I’ll be heading you towards the bedroom.”
“If I wanted real flamingos, would you get them?”
“For you, darling, anything.”
She turned in her chair and looked at him. So handsome with his chiseled features and beach blonde hair. And his hands. She’d never known such magical hands.
“Anything in the world?”
Leaning over, he kissed her gently. “Anything.”
“Okay, then I want flamingos. A pair to keep in my garden.”
For a moment, he considered, pretty sure hijacking real flamingos was against the law. Besides, he’d never heard of captive flamingo except in zoos and he wasn’t much of a zoo fan.
He pulled her into his lap, lips caressing the soft skin of her neck. “How about a little before lunch fun?” His hands moved up her sides.
She wiggled. “You are trying to distract me!”
“Guilty as charged.”
She snuggled for a moment then rose, grabbing his hand and pulling him inside.