Disclaimers

I am learning to write and showing my work here. Styles between posts can be wildly different. This is not a final version of the story.

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“God damn. Smack me at the back and call me Lucy, if this isn’t the most arduous two-hour trip I have ever taken. Well... what would’ve been a two-hour trip at some point in my life,” said Otaman, articulating with his hands as if he was a maniac finally about to get really riled up. “All these changes, bu-ses, trains... I flew twice around the planet! Just to get where it would’ve normally taken me 2 hours to get to!” Otaman looked straight into Ghoul's eyes, expecting some well-deserved empathy.

“I got here in a crate,” she says.

There was this long pause where Ghoul and Otaman looked into each other's eyes, living out all the alternate timelines of this interaction. You could literally scrape tension off their faces and get some game on. Each was more tired than the other, and they stood there in the parking lot of Vilnius airport. Both looked through their entire arsenal for reasons to be angry, but drew blanks. Then, with even more intensity, they crossed gazes yet again.

“You-got-here-in-a-crate,” and both started laughing as if that was the last thing they were meant to do. Once the sinusoidal wave of emotions subsided, they picked up their things and started loading up the car.

“You’re gonna have to tell me all about the crates they got here in Lithuania, Ghoul,” Otaman shut the boot and got into the driver’s seat of their rental Audi RS7. Ghoul called shotgun, for what Otaman assumed was a play for not riding in the boot. “The girl has issues,” he thought.

🎵 Bob Dylan - It’s Alright, Ma 🎵

Before Otaman even managed to launch the navigation, Ghoul put on “It’s Alright, Ma” by Bob Dylan. They both got into a road trip mode right there and then. Šiauliai was at least two hours away, and it was a colourful autumn evening—the ride was low and the roads were homely.