West (Fiction 59: Three)
Looking up he noted sunset, turning around he saw her standing, staring vaguely west.
Concentration peaked and fell within a moment, its effect punctuative. He stopped writing suddenly. Looking up he noted sunset, turning around he saw her standing, staring vaguely west.
"And?"
"I'm still deciding."
"It's been three days."
"Okay then. We go."
"West?"
"It is warmer."
"I'll get your things." She opened her arms and tilted her head back.
"I'm ready."
This ultra-short story has been written in preparation for the Chico News & Review's "Fiction 59" writing contest. One came before this.