"Done." He said stepping down the wide stone stairs in front of the post office.
The sky was orange, a vibrant orange.
"It fucking rains all the time. I just fucking washed the damn thing." A driver behind the red light muttered.
His brother opened the car door and reminded him : "It's almost 6. C'mon. There's already traffic," and he stopped on the last stair, his eyes following the motorcycle that was arriving behind the car. "What are you waiting for? Get in the car."
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He found a shape moving in the shadows behind the window.
"Hmm, are you planning to come here again sometime?" She asked him as she picked another strawberry from the plate to eat .
Johnattan chewed on his last piece of jerky and said: "I'll be back tomorrow night."
She smiled and stuffed the last smashed strawberries on the plate in her mouth.
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He was asleep, his head towards the window. Johnattan took the fox tooth out of his pocket and threw it out of the car window while he was driving.
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Jane interrupted the silence again and asked: "Say something."
Johnattan pulled away his hands from the fireplace and put them on his knees in anticipation.
Jane picked a strawberry from the plate she was holding and kept asking questions: "What do you do?"
He replied "What do you do?" and looked away from the hand to check the window.
Jane told him, chuckling: "I think about the affairs when I'm free. The way the world is. I think it's all as it should be. There's nothing to be fixed. To change it into anything, it's unstable. There's nothing to it."
Johnattan put the empty glass on the table and observed the nimbostratus cloud, unconcerned.
He was drinking and talking to Johnattan watching the landscape outside.
"It'll be home before holiday." He crossed his arms.
"Yeah." Johnattan answered taking a turn and driving up the side of a hill.
He sneezed and added: "Sometimes I forget I've sent the package myself."
Jane picked another strawberry glancing at him and asked: "You don't talk much, do you?"
Johnattan responded: "The mind should stay blank when there's nothing to peruse".
The road was a non-interrupted straight line falling into the horizon. After a minute he stopped drinking because of dizziness and fell asleep.
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He was leaning against the wall in a dead end alley buried in a snowdrift. Johnattan was standing in front of him and noticed he was gaining consciousness, so left the pile of snow.
The rain was turning into snow.
A distinct voice snapped him out of his stupor and a blurry shadow of Johnattan became visible: "It's cold," as a needle then reached into his arm.
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The snow had been falling for hours. Johnattan was watching him from a diner's window in front of the alley on the other side of the street.
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It was almost dawn. He was in his room on the second floor watching him.
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The town was covered in snow on that cloudy afternoon. The sky was grey and a funnel shaped cloud was above the area. Johnattan checked the corpse from up close one last time and so left that remote place.
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He arrived at the bridge. A landslide had left a gap in the road, splitting the concrete in half. It started to rain again.
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