She’s travelled all her life, there wasn’t anything mystical or magical about another trip. She’d lived on all of the four continents and maybe some people could get excited about the pink ice of Jesper’s Crepace but it was just another tourist trap from her point of view.
“But there really must be some place you’d like to go to!” Mikels shouted, exasperated. “We’ve got to go somewhere for the summer!”
“Just why should we have to go somewhere, why not just stay at home?” Myscel felt put upon. They’d been discussing the summer vacation constantly over the last few weeks. “If you want to go somewhere, go by yourself! I’m sick of the whole thing!” she shouted at him.
He picked up his brochures of the various interplanetary tours then took out his portable matter transferer and popped out of the café, leaving her to pay the bill.
She finished her drink and put some money on the table then started to leave to take a walk in the woods. As she was leaving, Mikels popped back in and called her name. She never looked back, she just kept walking.
I wrote this for the Speakeasy #163 … and published it before it was finished by mistake, it was published in draft form … I instantly made it private, and thought I’d rewrite the whole thing, it just wasn’t working for me…but somehow, I saw this morning that it was still out in the world! So I completed it.