marcus_b

I stayed in a dodgy motel just outside the historic district. The motel was in a horrible sixties maybe seventies style building. When it got dark I left to walk into the historic district and got some food. I had spicy prawns, they could have done with more garlic and some chillies to pep them up some, give them the kick they could deliver, the way I remembered her to prepare them. Afterwards I sat in a bar and got drunk, some pretty girls passed by. The waitress was one of them and when I fumbled my phone again she came up and told me that she had the same one and that it was a great phone and that she was lucky to have it.

Florida revisited. In the end I had to fly out by myself. Aggravation. It seemed that nothing could be easier than booking a flight and heading out. Only that her passport was no longer valid, so had to be renewed, and that took time, sadly a little longer than anticipated and that was the reason why I was sat next to a stranger on a plane now, wondering why I was always doing things that we were meant to do together, by myself.