Tag: writing

Serg doesn’t share my enthusiasm for bargain hunting, but he’s a good friend and is always down to join me for an adventure. I don’t think I deserve a friend like him. He’s seen me through some difficult times, and he’s here with me now.
“Where is this place,” he asks as I get in the car.
“Vienna. Not far,” and we’re off, speakers rattling all the way.

We get there quick. Whenever Serg is behind the wheel, physics don’t apply, and we turn a 45-minute trip into half an hour. We’re so fast that we’re the first to arrive. We might actually be early, for once. No other cars are present, and we park in an enviable spot.

“Where’d you find this place,” he asks me.
“Online. Saw an ad on Fartbook and figured it’d be worth checking out.”
“Online, huh…”
“Yeah. Why?”
“Nothing, man. Probably shouldn’t bring it up right now… You doing ok?”
“I’m fine.”
“It’s just that I haven’t heard from you in a while, and…”
“I’m fine. Really. Everything’s just okie-dokie. Couldn’t be better.”
“Okie-dokie, huh…”
“Look, if you’re worried about something we can talk about it later. Let’s get in there and look around—find all the good stuff before it gets taken.”
Sergio glances at the empty driveway. “I don’t think we have to worry about that, man.”