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AUTUMN LEAVES, PROBABLY FROM the nearby woods fluttered in the wind in the fuel station. The sky was clear and the sun was already rising in its elegance. A dull humming sound came from the distant and everywhere outside smelled like cabbage
Boren Carlos, who had earlier entered the car and lit a cigarette to avoid this smell after debating on why a cabbage smell was so prominent in a fuel station, puffed at his cigarette as he peered outside the window to watch a man leave the mini-mart behind the main station with a small bag in one hand, laying a hand on the car door. He removed his cigarette and a cloud of smoke materialised from his mouth.
A couple left the mart before the door opened, letting in a soft breeze, and the terrorising smell of cabbage, cut short by the man who sat beside him and shut the car. He stole a glance at a female attendant as he wore his seat belt, causing him struggles with the leather concentration would have solved. The man gave a small cough once inside the hazy atmosphere, swiftly switching off the air conditioner to let the window down and the smoke out. He turned the key away from ignition and rested his back against his chair
“That cigarette shall be your undertaker,” the man finally said after a brief moment of steady breathing.
Boren sighed. “Now that, I believe, is too prickly to hear of a friend who was weaned with you. I hope not, but methinks your love for me is suppressed in hate Jimmy.”
“If it were so, I would have left you to your pleasurable doom.” Jimmy ignited the car and turned on the radio before pointing to a dusty counting scale with the tag ' DEATH OF SMOKERS STILL COUNTING'.
Boren shook his head in utmost disbelief.
" Maybe your thoughts were right. Maybe I fear the possible death of both of us. We are in a fuel driven vehicle in a fuel station, for heaven's sake, take only yourself to hell!"
“ Shall you drive me to work or not?” Boren asked.
“ And what might you be doing in my car if that were not the case?" Jimmy replied as he pulled away and directed his tires to the road.
" Do you mean a pickup lorry?" Boren corrected in mock affront.
" It's better, I believe, than begging for a ride," Jimmy answered, angling his front mirror.
“Do not you worry,” Boren answered, throwing the stub away. “I shall get my very own soon.”
“ Do make it sooner,” Jimmy said as he pulled the car onto the road.
Boren looked at him in disbelief. “Sending me out soon? I will note that and have it carved on my heart.”
Jimmy laughed.
“ So you are going to offload when you get me to work?” Boren asked.
His friend shrugged. “ Of a certain."
“Say, why don’t you follow me to work and we will offload together, later,” Boren suggested.
Jimmy shook his head. “I do not like your profession. I have always told you.” He made a turn, careful of the ducks that crossed the road.
“Why do you despise acting so much?” Boren asked.
“Since I was weaned, I had and will always do. Watching films is like a prickle in my tea. I do not like prickles,” Jimmy answered.
“Now I can’t help but believe it was because an actor stole your mom from your dad,” His friend put in, grinning.
The painful event flashed across his mind like the speed of light. Though uncertain, he perceived that to have played a role in his hate for films. He had always hated films anyway. What pleasure do people receive in being deceived? It is , to him, an ultimate scam.
He shrugged and said nothing.
“Do you even have a job now?” Boren asked.
“ I do not," Jimmy said as he drove into a street.
“So what’s your job? You do not spend stones.”
" I got insurance for my big house that got burnt. I bought a smaller one and the remaining money is what I make use of,” Jimmy explained.
“But when do you run out of money? It cannot last forever. Even the plenteous streams run dry.,” Boren said.
“The future has always been uncertain. Why shall we ruin our past with worries,” Jimmy replied, nonchalantly.
“Say, why do you not want to return to your old job?”
Jimmy sighed. “I have said to not bring up that matter again.”
“But…”
“ I said I am done with it,” Jimmy said, turning to him.. “And I shall not return.”
“ You please.”
There was a brief moment of silence between them, interrupted by the radio where a broadcaster enthusiastically said, “ There was another massacre in a western town of Ukraine by the Hradecut. Hundreds of people were killed…” Jimmy took one hand off the steering and switched it off in a heartbeat.
“ That is but one radio. You cannot erase what has already happened nor can you be deaf to the truth,” Boren said but Jimmy ignored him. Silence reigned for the remaining drive and soon Jimmy parked the car in front of the studio his friend worked at; Wonder Studio.
It was a large building made out of twisted glass. Again, Jimmy's mind wandered as to why a deceitful industry should have great success. Boren got out and bent to look at Jimmy through the window. “Thanks for a wonderful ride and drive back safely. And also, thanks for practicing Victorian English with me.”
Jimmy only nodded and reversed the car before driving away.
He sped home, careful not to think about anything. Oh, thoughts did war to penetrate but he struggled and built a fortress of blankness though he had often heard one's mind should never be left blank.
His new house stood in a gentle neighbourhood of the town. It was a cottage with dark colours; marble stairs laid fixed before the red door and it had some shrubs around it. It also had a chimney.
Jimmy parked in front of the house and got down. He went and opened the boot, took one of the cartons that was in it, climbed the stairs and opened the door. It was a warm welcome and Jimmy smiled at it. He hoped to enjoy himself for a very long period of time, pushing away bad memories. He dropped the carton, dismissing the thought of getting a juice with another thought of getting it after the packing. He got out excitedly and his smile faded as soon as he looked forward.
" Long time no see, Jimmy? Did you miss me?"
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