It was 6 AM. Julien and Anna hadn’t woken up yet, but Ashley was trudging through a hardware store in search of anything she might find useful in the near future. She slugged through the aisles, finding things both pointless and handy. Her final purchase consisted of one hammer, one drill gun, 3 packs of 4 inch nails, one hatchet, 3 saws of different sizes, two Hershey’s bars she found at the check out line, and several sharp and pointy objects she did not know the name of.
She tiredly made her way back to her car, the only one in the parking lot. She slowly drove back to the motel where Julien and Anna were currently residing. Their car was still in the parking lot when she arrived. Lazy bastards sleeping away. Selfish assholes don’t even know I’ve been up all night for them. She waited a few more hours until the couple finally emerged from the room. They routinely headed to any local diner they could find for breakfast. Ashley routinely followed.
She sat across the street eating a Hershey’s bar as she watched the couple share breakfast together, oblivious to Ashley’s existence only a few yards away. Ashley saw Anna leave the table. She stumbled across the street as quickly as her exhausted state would let her.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Julien turned towards the tapping on the window next to him, and his fear from the day before was confirmed. Ashley, dirty, deranged, and with a small hatchet at hand was hovering over him through the glass. He bolted for the women’s restroom.
“We’re fucked,” Julien said inside one of the stalls in the lady’s restroom.
Anna laughed.
“You don’t fucking understand. Look. Remember when I said I the roads were unsafe.”
Anna only nodded.
“Well they fucking are. I said that because I thought I’d seen someone. Someone I knew. Someone who destroyed my peacefulness back in Los Angeles. Someone I can’t stand. Someone who was more obsessive than I thought. She’s here Anna. She’s fucking here. And she’s get some little goddamned ax with her.”
“Who’s here?” Anna asked, clueless to what the fuck Julien was talking about.
“Are you fucking kidding? She followed us. That fucking whore followed us.”
Ashley? Anna only thought it, and nodded at Julien. She didn’t know what else to say to him. She didn’t even believe him. He cried for a few moments until Anna asked, “Ax?”
Julien burst into a sobbing fret. He wasn’t joking, but Anna assumed he was, but seeing his pain she said to him: “It’s not that big of a deal. Look I’m scared too, but I’m not going to shed a tear. I won’t even wince until she poses a real threat. All we have to do is lose her. It won’t be that hard. And once we’re in Seattle we will be OK. There are plenty of people there. It’s not like these hick towns. We don’t even need to worry. Worry won’t be on my face.” Anna said all of this sounding brave and fearless.
The couple remained hidden in the women’s bathroom stall for a while at Julien’s request until an old, bitchy waitress demanded they cut out the “hanky panky” and get the hell out. Julien terrified and Anna unaffected, they headed for their car. To Julien’s surprise, they didn’t see Ashley anywhere. He couldn’t come up with any other location she may be, but he found comfort in knowing that she was out of his sights.
“See. She’s no where to be found. This will be OK. Why don’t you let me drive?” Ashley said opening the driver’s side door. Julien reluctantly got into the passenger seat. They drove in silence.
“You don’t believe me,” Julien finally pouted.
“It’s not that I don’t believe you. Anything is possible, but this is just a little too far-fetched to be true,” Anna replied.
Julien replied to this with silence.
“Just try not to think about it. We’ve been driving for, what? Two hours? And still nothing. I haven’t seen a trace of her.”
“She looks different. She’s not all glamorous. She’s dirty and mangy looking.”
“Then how do you know the woman you saw was Ashley if she didn’t even look like Ashley?”
“IT WAS FUCKING ASHLEY!” Julien demanded.
Anna ended their discussion instantly, and continued heading for Seattle in silence. Eventually Julien fell asleep, and remained in dreamland until nightfall. He didn’t awake until he felt the car slow down as Anna pulled off the freeway.
“We can’t stop! She’ll catch us for sure we have to keep going,” Julien sleepily insisted.
To avoid the fight, Anna pulled back onto the freeway and continued driving in the darkness. Eventually, however, she was too tired to drive, and didn’t trust Julien to do so in his hectic state of mind. She once again exited the freeway when she found a lit town. Julien was furious, but still too tired to actually do anything about it. She forced him out of the car and into another motel for the remainder of the night. It was about 11:10 when the couple got to their room. Anna slept instantly, and Julien lied awake in bed exhausted and paranoid. There was no refreshing sex to speak of.
Ashley was as usual, parked outside of their motel room. It happens tomorrow. Sleep well Anna. You will be in for quite a day, but don’t worry. It will all just end in you sleeping much, much more. She watched the clock on the dashboard turn to 11:15. You have forty-five more minutes. She smirked, and watched the inactive room contently, chomping on the other Hershey’s bar.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Thursday, September 24, 2009
Day 3
Exhausted from puking the night before, Ashley awoke in her car to find that Anna and Julien had already left the motel. Shit. Ashley panicked. Shit. Shit. Shit! I’m such a fucking idiot. Fuck me! Oh fuck me, Julien. Goddammit! The couple could be anywhere. However, it was only about a quarter to ten, which made even a bimbo like Ashley realize they couldn’t have been far. She circled the block where the motel was located in hopes of finding the couple’s car parked somewhere outside of a restaurant or maybe a supermarket. The first block wasn’t a go, but the second one was. She found Anna and Julien’s car in a drugstore parking lot. Surely they were picking up munchies, and would be on the road again soon.
Ashley was precisely correct. Within minutes the couple appeared through the automatic doors, and jumped right back into their car. The couple, tired but also happy as usual, began the next day of their journey up north. But something on this day felt different to Julien. A certain “unsafeness” as he called it, was lingering amongst the two. Julien believed he saw something outside of the drugstore before their departure, but he deemed what he saw to be due to too much driving and not enough decent sleep.
“Unsafeness?” Anna questioned. “It’s merely a road, Julian. A road with no more than twelve cars on it.”
“It’s not a safe road. None of them are.” Despite the excuse he’d given himself back at the drugstore, Julien was unable to shake the uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. Anna shrugged, assuming Julien was paranoid from the eeriness that came with all of the empty small towns. She summed it up to too many horror movies, and then fell asleep staring at the lines on the road.
They drove until the day turned to night again, and repeated their motel routine. Find a spot not terribly dirty, pay for it, have vigorous sex to relieve the stress of the drive, and go to sleep. And of course from a not-so-hidden parking spot outside of the couple’s room, was Ashley watching and waiting, trying to hold down her vomit. She isn’t allowed to fuck my Julien. She isn’t allowed to moan in pleasure from him. She isn’t allowed to have him. She isn’t allowed. I won’t allow it. She collapsed on her steering wheel, tears dripping down her face, and plotted events for the following day.
Ashley was precisely correct. Within minutes the couple appeared through the automatic doors, and jumped right back into their car. The couple, tired but also happy as usual, began the next day of their journey up north. But something on this day felt different to Julien. A certain “unsafeness” as he called it, was lingering amongst the two. Julien believed he saw something outside of the drugstore before their departure, but he deemed what he saw to be due to too much driving and not enough decent sleep.
“Unsafeness?” Anna questioned. “It’s merely a road, Julian. A road with no more than twelve cars on it.”
“It’s not a safe road. None of them are.” Despite the excuse he’d given himself back at the drugstore, Julien was unable to shake the uneasy feeling churning in his stomach. Anna shrugged, assuming Julien was paranoid from the eeriness that came with all of the empty small towns. She summed it up to too many horror movies, and then fell asleep staring at the lines on the road.
They drove until the day turned to night again, and repeated their motel routine. Find a spot not terribly dirty, pay for it, have vigorous sex to relieve the stress of the drive, and go to sleep. And of course from a not-so-hidden parking spot outside of the couple’s room, was Ashley watching and waiting, trying to hold down her vomit. She isn’t allowed to fuck my Julien. She isn’t allowed to moan in pleasure from him. She isn’t allowed to have him. She isn’t allowed. I won’t allow it. She collapsed on her steering wheel, tears dripping down her face, and plotted events for the following day.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
Day 2.
Before hitting the road, the couple went to a nearby diner for breakfast. Greasy and dirty, and nothing vegetarian friendly except the fresh fruit and toast. Even those options were a stretch. It wouldn’t have been surprising to find out that the fruit and toast came with bacon bits sprinkled on top of them. Either way, the two needed to eat, and settled for the greasy fruit and iceless water. Despite the unappealing meal that they were barely able to stomach, Julien and Anna managed to smile and laugh in the company of one another.
Ashley was parked across the street. She watched, as her heart crushed in upon itself within the pit of her chest. Tears filled her eyes; she longed to be Anna sitting across the table from Julien. She J-walked to the diner when no cars were passing to get a better view. She stayed near the end of the building, peering in through a dirty window at the couple and their baffling happiness. For a moment she considered turning back; just giving up all hope on her future relationship with Julien, and allowing the couple to live in peace. Yes that would have been the noble thing to do, but Ashley wasn’t exactly a noble person. Let’s just say she has more in common with the old lady throwing cats and screaming slurs of mumbo-jumbo, than she does with Dr. King.
Once her moment of humanity was over, she noticed that the couple had gotten up to pay the bill. Ashley waited hesitantly as Julien paid the cashier. The lovebirds headed to the exit door, at which point Ashley realized was only ten feet from where she was currently standing. Ashley raced for her car, stumbling over her stilettos, and unknowingly stepping off the curb in front of an eighteen wheeler to. The big-rig blared its horn at her, but she paid no mind to it, she couldn’t let them see her--at least not yet.
The obnoxious noise of the semi-truck’s horn startled Anna, and made her jump. Julien laughed.
“It isn’t funny,” Anna remarked.
“Oh it is. You will agree by the time we get to the car. I wonder what he was fussing about. I didn’t see anything in the road, and there’s no trace of anything now.”
It was true. Ashley managed to get her ass, which slightly hung out of her extreme low-rise jeans, into her car without the couple seeing. She panted heavily behind the steering wheel of her car, thanking God for the miracle he produced for her. Her chest was heaving, anxiety racing through her entire body. Her mind was spinning. What the hell am I thinking? she thought. If he sees me, will it ruin or save me. What if they already saw me? Oh my God there they go. Is he coming towards my car? He is! Wait. No. He went around the corner. He’s in the lot. He doesn’t know I’m here. Or does he? Oh God. I love him. Look at his dark shaggy hair. Oh I’ve never seen it down. But he’s just as gorgeous with it pulled back at work. Oh his body must be amazing beneath that old Ramones shirt. Ashley undressed Julien in her mind as he walked with his fiancé to their car. Imagining him on top of her, inside of her, in the car right where she was parked. She remained there, in fantasy, until she saw the couple pulling out of the parking lot of the diner.
As Julien was waiting for the road to clear to make his left, he took notice to the sights. Nothing special really: the diner to his right, the motel across and down the street to the left, a few other small buildings, and a beat up, shabby black sedan dead ahead that could only be seen between the passing cars. The sedan made him shudder, and he carried on down the road.
Ashley remained close behind, but never too close for fear of being sighted. At times she would speed up to be parallel to them across a few lanes, and gaze into the window. The usual sights within the couple’s car were laughter, lively conversation, a sleepy Anna, a content Julien, and all around joy. Gross, was all that passed through Ashley’s mind.
Both cars drove continuously until the sky glowed with a golden light. Julien and Anna once again stopped in the town that they were in when the sun began to set. They took about a half hour to found a cute little inn to unwind in for the night. The same routine took place as night one. Ashley angrily stared at their every move. She watched them exchange money for a key to a room on the first floor. Saw Anna flirt with Julien as they strolled down the pavement, and as he unlocked the door. Anna pulled him into the room provocatively by the belt line of his jeans, and he closed the door behind them. Once again the lights did not turn on for approximately forty-five minutes. Ashley bolted out of her car, and vomited in a nearby bush.
Ashley was parked across the street. She watched, as her heart crushed in upon itself within the pit of her chest. Tears filled her eyes; she longed to be Anna sitting across the table from Julien. She J-walked to the diner when no cars were passing to get a better view. She stayed near the end of the building, peering in through a dirty window at the couple and their baffling happiness. For a moment she considered turning back; just giving up all hope on her future relationship with Julien, and allowing the couple to live in peace. Yes that would have been the noble thing to do, but Ashley wasn’t exactly a noble person. Let’s just say she has more in common with the old lady throwing cats and screaming slurs of mumbo-jumbo, than she does with Dr. King.
Once her moment of humanity was over, she noticed that the couple had gotten up to pay the bill. Ashley waited hesitantly as Julien paid the cashier. The lovebirds headed to the exit door, at which point Ashley realized was only ten feet from where she was currently standing. Ashley raced for her car, stumbling over her stilettos, and unknowingly stepping off the curb in front of an eighteen wheeler to. The big-rig blared its horn at her, but she paid no mind to it, she couldn’t let them see her--at least not yet.
The obnoxious noise of the semi-truck’s horn startled Anna, and made her jump. Julien laughed.
“It isn’t funny,” Anna remarked.
“Oh it is. You will agree by the time we get to the car. I wonder what he was fussing about. I didn’t see anything in the road, and there’s no trace of anything now.”
It was true. Ashley managed to get her ass, which slightly hung out of her extreme low-rise jeans, into her car without the couple seeing. She panted heavily behind the steering wheel of her car, thanking God for the miracle he produced for her. Her chest was heaving, anxiety racing through her entire body. Her mind was spinning. What the hell am I thinking? she thought. If he sees me, will it ruin or save me. What if they already saw me? Oh my God there they go. Is he coming towards my car? He is! Wait. No. He went around the corner. He’s in the lot. He doesn’t know I’m here. Or does he? Oh God. I love him. Look at his dark shaggy hair. Oh I’ve never seen it down. But he’s just as gorgeous with it pulled back at work. Oh his body must be amazing beneath that old Ramones shirt. Ashley undressed Julien in her mind as he walked with his fiancé to their car. Imagining him on top of her, inside of her, in the car right where she was parked. She remained there, in fantasy, until she saw the couple pulling out of the parking lot of the diner.
As Julien was waiting for the road to clear to make his left, he took notice to the sights. Nothing special really: the diner to his right, the motel across and down the street to the left, a few other small buildings, and a beat up, shabby black sedan dead ahead that could only be seen between the passing cars. The sedan made him shudder, and he carried on down the road.
Ashley remained close behind, but never too close for fear of being sighted. At times she would speed up to be parallel to them across a few lanes, and gaze into the window. The usual sights within the couple’s car were laughter, lively conversation, a sleepy Anna, a content Julien, and all around joy. Gross, was all that passed through Ashley’s mind.
Both cars drove continuously until the sky glowed with a golden light. Julien and Anna once again stopped in the town that they were in when the sun began to set. They took about a half hour to found a cute little inn to unwind in for the night. The same routine took place as night one. Ashley angrily stared at their every move. She watched them exchange money for a key to a room on the first floor. Saw Anna flirt with Julien as they strolled down the pavement, and as he unlocked the door. Anna pulled him into the room provocatively by the belt line of his jeans, and he closed the door behind them. Once again the lights did not turn on for approximately forty-five minutes. Ashley bolted out of her car, and vomited in a nearby bush.
Wednesday, September 9, 2009
Day 1.
The morning they were set to leave, Anna stopped by her doctor’s office for one last visit. She was due for her depo injection that week, and would not be able to get it along the way. So with the car packed up to it’s full capacity, Julien waited in the parking lot for Anna to finish up with the nurse that was giving her the shot of birth control. Lucky for him, there was no wait. Their trip up north was barely halted at all.
Pulling out of the parking lot the only sights to be seen were several cars already racing the streets, a red light, one homeless man pushing a Ralph’s shopping cart, two shady looking guys behind a building, and a beat up black sedan in the review mirror. Despite what others may think, LA was not the place to be for Julien and Anna. At least not any more. Anna, a writer, could be anywhere and be perfectly successful. Julien, and accountant, wouldn’t have trouble finding work either. Yes, everything seemed to work out perfectly for the two. Everything was already going according to plan.
The light turned from red to green. Julien made his left, and headed for the freeway.
Anna had fallen asleep within the first forty-five minutes of driving, her arm sore at the injection site from earlier that morning. Julien, bored to tears in silence, nudged her awake.
“My arm!” was the first thing Anna announced as she woke up.
“Sorry babe. I forget that it gets sore afterwards,” he replied.
“It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it I guess. What’s up? How far did we get?”
“Hardly anywhere. We’re sittin’ in traffic. Can’t you see? I’m bored out of my damn mind. Just needed company.” He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. They continued on in conversation about the shitty traffic, the stank of LA, and how much they couldn’t wait to escape from it all.
The couple remained in bumper to bumper traffic for a little over an hour. No car ever going more than ten or fifteen miles per hour. They both people-watched the others in the surrounding cars. Julien leaned his head on his hand, and noticed a woman waving in the car beside him. Ashley. He rolled down his window, gave her the finger, and rolled it back up. He figured there was no better way to bid a bitch farewell. Even a woman of Ashley’s oblivion understood what that hand signal meant. She frowned and faced forward without glancing back the couple’s way until their car managed to pass her up. Anna and Julien laughed hysterically for a few moments, and then just smiled contently.
“I’m kind of glad she was there. Last time I ever have to see her, and I am completely satisfied with our parting,” Julien said.
Anna nodded and grinned in agreement.
Ashley remained a few cars back until traffic let up. Once the speeds were high, Julien and Anna took no notice of what happened to Ashley’s car, a rugged-looking, black sedan. Their journey up was in good time now. They had conquered LA’s traffic at last. The city that was fading behind them had already become a distant memory.
Ashley furiously raced down the freeway. She continued north towards the office, but never actually stopped in for work. I never did anything wrong. I only like the man. Sure I like him a lot, like a lot a lot, but that’s no reason to disrespect me. I mean yeah, he always said to get out of his space, but I thought it was just a game. Is this a game? Yes, of course. It’s a game like all the other times. But can it really be a game, if he’s leaving? Maybe it will continue on cyberly. Yes, yes. Through the internet. He’s gonna keep up the morbid jokes through Facebook….But I don’t have his Facebook. So how? How? Anna pondered Julien’s middle finger action more and more until she finally said aloud, “He meant it.”
Ashley had still been on the same freeway as Julien and Anna. She knew their plans were to go to Seattle, and she knew the best way to get there was to continue on the same freeway she was currently speeding down. She hit the accelerator harder, and remained at speeds of eighty, ninety, and even a cool hundred until she caught up with the happy couple’s car.
From two lanes over, she peered into the passenger side window, and saw the couple singing along to their music and sharing laughs. How disgusting, she thought.
The sun was just beginning to set. Their idea was to spend the night in each town they were in when sunset came. They didn’t know the name of the town they were in, but it was fairly small. Anna described it as having a “home sweet home” kind of feel. They found a decent motel with a lit vacancy sign and headed in for the night. Their drive to Seattle was to begin bright and early the following morning.
Ashley watched the couple check in from her shabby little black car. She chose not to rent a room for herself, for she was afraid she would miss the couple leaving in the morning if she was not watching. Julien and Anna skipped gracefully to their room. Ashley watched Julien unlock the door, and, once opened, saw Anna push him fiercely and passionately into the darkness of the room. Nearly an hour passed until the lights turned on.
The jealous ex-worker knew what had been committed in the shadows of that motel room. It infuriated her. A few cups of coffee kept her awake all through the night, although her rage would have been plenty enough to keep her eyes from blinking. She watched intensely until several hours past sunrise, when the couple was off again.
Pulling out of the parking lot the only sights to be seen were several cars already racing the streets, a red light, one homeless man pushing a Ralph’s shopping cart, two shady looking guys behind a building, and a beat up black sedan in the review mirror. Despite what others may think, LA was not the place to be for Julien and Anna. At least not any more. Anna, a writer, could be anywhere and be perfectly successful. Julien, and accountant, wouldn’t have trouble finding work either. Yes, everything seemed to work out perfectly for the two. Everything was already going according to plan.
The light turned from red to green. Julien made his left, and headed for the freeway.
Anna had fallen asleep within the first forty-five minutes of driving, her arm sore at the injection site from earlier that morning. Julien, bored to tears in silence, nudged her awake.
“My arm!” was the first thing Anna announced as she woke up.
“Sorry babe. I forget that it gets sore afterwards,” he replied.
“It’s okay. Just didn’t expect it I guess. What’s up? How far did we get?”
“Hardly anywhere. We’re sittin’ in traffic. Can’t you see? I’m bored out of my damn mind. Just needed company.” He smiled at her, and she returned the gesture. They continued on in conversation about the shitty traffic, the stank of LA, and how much they couldn’t wait to escape from it all.
The couple remained in bumper to bumper traffic for a little over an hour. No car ever going more than ten or fifteen miles per hour. They both people-watched the others in the surrounding cars. Julien leaned his head on his hand, and noticed a woman waving in the car beside him. Ashley. He rolled down his window, gave her the finger, and rolled it back up. He figured there was no better way to bid a bitch farewell. Even a woman of Ashley’s oblivion understood what that hand signal meant. She frowned and faced forward without glancing back the couple’s way until their car managed to pass her up. Anna and Julien laughed hysterically for a few moments, and then just smiled contently.
“I’m kind of glad she was there. Last time I ever have to see her, and I am completely satisfied with our parting,” Julien said.
Anna nodded and grinned in agreement.
Ashley remained a few cars back until traffic let up. Once the speeds were high, Julien and Anna took no notice of what happened to Ashley’s car, a rugged-looking, black sedan. Their journey up was in good time now. They had conquered LA’s traffic at last. The city that was fading behind them had already become a distant memory.
Ashley furiously raced down the freeway. She continued north towards the office, but never actually stopped in for work. I never did anything wrong. I only like the man. Sure I like him a lot, like a lot a lot, but that’s no reason to disrespect me. I mean yeah, he always said to get out of his space, but I thought it was just a game. Is this a game? Yes, of course. It’s a game like all the other times. But can it really be a game, if he’s leaving? Maybe it will continue on cyberly. Yes, yes. Through the internet. He’s gonna keep up the morbid jokes through Facebook….But I don’t have his Facebook. So how? How? Anna pondered Julien’s middle finger action more and more until she finally said aloud, “He meant it.”
Ashley had still been on the same freeway as Julien and Anna. She knew their plans were to go to Seattle, and she knew the best way to get there was to continue on the same freeway she was currently speeding down. She hit the accelerator harder, and remained at speeds of eighty, ninety, and even a cool hundred until she caught up with the happy couple’s car.
From two lanes over, she peered into the passenger side window, and saw the couple singing along to their music and sharing laughs. How disgusting, she thought.
The sun was just beginning to set. Their idea was to spend the night in each town they were in when sunset came. They didn’t know the name of the town they were in, but it was fairly small. Anna described it as having a “home sweet home” kind of feel. They found a decent motel with a lit vacancy sign and headed in for the night. Their drive to Seattle was to begin bright and early the following morning.
Ashley watched the couple check in from her shabby little black car. She chose not to rent a room for herself, for she was afraid she would miss the couple leaving in the morning if she was not watching. Julien and Anna skipped gracefully to their room. Ashley watched Julien unlock the door, and, once opened, saw Anna push him fiercely and passionately into the darkness of the room. Nearly an hour passed until the lights turned on.
The jealous ex-worker knew what had been committed in the shadows of that motel room. It infuriated her. A few cups of coffee kept her awake all through the night, although her rage would have been plenty enough to keep her eyes from blinking. She watched intensely until several hours past sunrise, when the couple was off again.
Friday, September 4, 2009
Untitled: Introduction
Julien couldn’t stand Ashley at work; she was a pest to him. She knew nothing of manners or common sense. It is remarkable that she continued to burden him. Never have I seen a person who could be directly told: “Get the fuck out of my office,” and then waltz in the next morning, slewing doughnuts and lattes in her arms. Poor bitch was as clueless as can be, and then some. It’s sad really. When you look at her, you really can see a portrait of the ultimate desperate and lonely woman.
“Baby I just can’t take work any more,” Julien often said to his lovely fiancé Anna, as he walked in the door, usually just a few minutes past six every day through the work week.
“Tough day again, Babe?” was often her reply.
“As always. Seems like it’s time for something new.”
“You mean someone new? That Ashley whore really should’ve taken the hint by now. Too bad she’s Lawrence’s assistant and not yours. Then you could just let the bitch off her leash.”
“I can only dream of it. But Lawrence’s mind is still under control of his dick. Why else would he hire someone who cannot even collect enough intelligence to work a copy machine. Unless of course, that someone had two fake breasts, which are never to be confined by a bra or a shirt of the proper size.”
Anna only giggled at her fiancé’s description of his unwelcome coworker. Never was she jealous or paranoid about the blonde, bodacious bimbo who lingered about Julien’s desk at work. A petty girl as weak-minded as Ashley couldn’t do any damage to her or her relationship; she was no threat. Anna had all the confidence in herself and in Julien that their relationship was as solid as the brick wall that could be seen through their kitchen window.
It’s true. Anna and Julien’s relationship was an image of perfection, besides a few blemishes here and there. But the two loved each either unconditionally. Unfortunately, however, life always happens, and things always change.
Julien forced out another year of energy into his job, being tormented day in and day out by Ashley. Finally, Anna suggested that they move, claiming that it wouldn’t hurt to take a new step and path in life. To her it was going to be a new adventure, and to Julien it was going to be his escape from the hell he willingly went to for nine hours of every work day.
Seattle was to be their destination, and they were off. Anna and Julien were as happy and relieved as could be.
Anna and Julien were beginning their journey from Los Angeles, quite a ways south of their soon-to-be home. They figured it would be nice to take the trip slowly, and make an experience out of it. They would spend just a little over a week’s worth of time to get there.
“Baby I just can’t take work any more,” Julien often said to his lovely fiancé Anna, as he walked in the door, usually just a few minutes past six every day through the work week.
“Tough day again, Babe?” was often her reply.
“As always. Seems like it’s time for something new.”
“You mean someone new? That Ashley whore really should’ve taken the hint by now. Too bad she’s Lawrence’s assistant and not yours. Then you could just let the bitch off her leash.”
“I can only dream of it. But Lawrence’s mind is still under control of his dick. Why else would he hire someone who cannot even collect enough intelligence to work a copy machine. Unless of course, that someone had two fake breasts, which are never to be confined by a bra or a shirt of the proper size.”
Anna only giggled at her fiancé’s description of his unwelcome coworker. Never was she jealous or paranoid about the blonde, bodacious bimbo who lingered about Julien’s desk at work. A petty girl as weak-minded as Ashley couldn’t do any damage to her or her relationship; she was no threat. Anna had all the confidence in herself and in Julien that their relationship was as solid as the brick wall that could be seen through their kitchen window.
It’s true. Anna and Julien’s relationship was an image of perfection, besides a few blemishes here and there. But the two loved each either unconditionally. Unfortunately, however, life always happens, and things always change.
Julien forced out another year of energy into his job, being tormented day in and day out by Ashley. Finally, Anna suggested that they move, claiming that it wouldn’t hurt to take a new step and path in life. To her it was going to be a new adventure, and to Julien it was going to be his escape from the hell he willingly went to for nine hours of every work day.
Seattle was to be their destination, and they were off. Anna and Julien were as happy and relieved as could be.
Anna and Julien were beginning their journey from Los Angeles, quite a ways south of their soon-to-be home. They figured it would be nice to take the trip slowly, and make an experience out of it. They would spend just a little over a week’s worth of time to get there.
Thursday, September 3, 2009
Things
BBQ sauce
Vintage clothing
Noah and the Whale
Vegan orange chicken
Butter
Book
Boots
Glasses
Yellow coat
Etc.
Vintage clothing
Noah and the Whale
Vegan orange chicken
Butter
Book
Boots
Glasses
Yellow coat
Etc.
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