A Farm—DAY
The Sailor and I eventually make our way out of the woods and out into the old oak alley leading up to the farm compound. We find two of the crew, young Iris and old Mary are photo-documenting the farm. Particularly the long quarter mile driveway. I apologize that the Sailor and I have been in their line of view, and then ask what they are doing. Although I know very well. I am just surprised they have taken the initiative after I had mentioned earlier that it needed done.
“We don’t want to give away the details,” Iris responds batting her eyes flirtatiously.
“If I may be forward. What exactly are you two girls looking for in a man?” I ask hesitantly. They answer in unison.
“Fearlessness.”
“I am more or less fearless,” I tell them, “But in actuality also godless and alone.” Again in unison they prompt.
“Explain.”
“For example there was this one time in the mountains when I was walking around a small hill, when suddenly, I came upon a bear. I made eye contact with him in the distance.”
Both. “What happened?”
“He takes off after me and I run. He catches up and I grab a branch and swat at him.”“And then?”“Then I continue running, barely making it to the ranger station.”“And?”“And, nothing. Forget it. I have.”
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