âAnd what the hell am I supposed to do with this?â
âToss it, stick it on your car, donate it. Itâs a free bumper sticker man, you think I give a shit what the customer does with it?â
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âAnd what the hell am I supposed to do with this?â
âToss it, stick it on your car, donate it. Itâs a free bumper sticker man, you think I give a shit what the customer does with it?â
âFor you, too.â From what sheâs heard, he doesnât seem to miss home. He didnât go into any detail about any place else, either. âMaybe you just havenât found the right spot yet.â
âReally? What are you a fan of?â
Abel shrugged, âNot quite sure what that looks like, Figure this place is good enough.â He exhaled slowly, âItâs quite, not too much traffic, never been one to dream that thereâs a perfect place out there for me.â
He stopped to think for a moment, chuckling to himself for a moment, âNot too much, I like being busy I guess.â
âNo. No place interestinâ.â Where she has been, where she is from, itâs all gone. Sam is caught between being curious and not caring.
âSo you caught the fireworks, then? I know where werenât a whole lot, but they were the best Iâve seen.âÂ
He doesnât pry to much, in his experience there isnât much use to it. âSuppose thereâs always time to change that,â he responded slowly, nodding into the plausibility he would never consider.Â
âJust barely, never been a huge fan of em to be honest.â
She doesnât pay much mind to the cigarette he flicks away. âGuess so, a while. Think four months.â
âWhat about you? Newer, right?â
He nodded slowly, his calloused fingers flipping a lighter in his pocket, always on the edge of igniting it. âAnywhere interesting before that?â
âMonth or so now, got here right before New Years.â
âUh-huh, yeah. I like it here. Sorta canât imagine beinâ anywhere else.â
âYeah, lotsa time.â
Abel tilted his head to the side, shoving his hands in his pockets as his cigarette butt hit the snow, âYou been here long then?â
âA lotta people like settlinâ here.â Itâs been the case for most of the people sheâs met. âJust somethinâ about this small town, or what?â
âYeah. Youâre right. Dunno what mine is yet.â
âItâs quite,â he said quickly, decisively almost, âPeople like to settle in ease, canât quite settle in cities.â Abel rocked back and fourth for a moment, âYou settlinâ with thâ masses?â
âYou have time to figure it out, no necessity to be sure.â
Sam nods, curious about specifics as always, though not pressed enough to pry. âHow much have you seen?â
âItâs probâly better when itâs warmer, anyway.â
âEnough,â he responded slowly, âAfter a while everything began to look the same, thought I should settle for a bit.â
âCould be,â he confirmed, glancing around them, âAll a matter of preference.â
âThat why you moved away?â She doesnât expect any seriously honest answers - itâs the first thing in her head, so itâs the first thing she asks.
âOh. I think itâs nice, even without goinâ in the water. Thereâs a cove and lots of beach.â
Abel nodded, skipping over the fact of the matter, âwanted to get away from family, had to see most of the world.â Of course stints in prison and the years prior slipped his tongue, leaving a more approachable narrative.
âSuppose Iâll make it down there one day, might as well.â
âReally?â Sam doesnât know how harsh the winters were, but without heaters she figures it must have been pretty cold. âSounds chilly. Whereâd you live?â
âUh-huh, me too. Itâs quiet. Here and the beach.â
Abel glanced ahead, the frosted surroundings calling back to midwestern winters. âIowa,â he responded slowly, âNowhere terribly exciting.â
âHavenât been down to the beach quite yet, never liked the water.â
âSpent a lotta time in cold places?â Thatâs what makes the most sense, in her head.Â
âNot only. Just like beinâ out. Think last time I saw you it was out here, too.â
âYou could say that,â he mused, nodding slowly, âLong winters without many modern heaters,â he mulled, not delving to deep into his childhood.
âCome out here as much as I can, not too much traffic.â
âI like the cold.â It doesnât have much of an effect on her.Â
âLooks like you do too?â
Abel shrugged, âIâm indifferent towards it,â he supposed that growing up in it hadnât given him a chance to protest it too much.
âThat what brings you out here?â
âThink itâs just too cold for a lotta people these days.â
Abel cocked his head to the side, âAnd you?â
âNever see anyone out here these days,â Abel huffed, cigarette butt on its last breath between two fingers as he turned to the figure to his left.
âScout!    ShitâŠâ And with a shake of her head, sheâs jogging behind the runaway German Shepherd puppy, only stopping when she gets close enough to scoop him up from jumping around the feet of a stranger. âMâsorry about that. Little guyâs kind ofâa rascal   anâ a fast one at that.â
Abel twisted his attention towards the puppy pouncing towards him, stumbling back against the memory of the old german shepherd that had wandered into his childhood home so many years ago. He shook his head slowly, turning his head towards the girl in front of him. âSâokay,â he responded slowly, tilting his head towards the small dog, âNo harm done.â
âCars? Is that what you do for work?â
âI think youâd be a pretty bad murderer if this is your strategy.â
Abel nodded slowly, âfor now, decent pay and minimal customer work seems to be a good niche for me.â
âI never said I was a good murderer.â
âJust walkinâ. Think itâs nice out here.â Itâs a lie and the truth.
âYou too?â
Abel glanced around, âI sâpose so,â he commented slowly, âthink I needed to get away from cars...machinery.â
âOr I could be a murderer, but I guess itâs too late to argue the difference.â
âNo, I donât think youâre followinâ me. Just before I saw you I thought someone mightâa been.â
Abel nodded, raising his eyebrows, âWhat are you doing all the way out here?âÂ