The forest was practically endless. After five hours on the road, the lifeless trees were still in sight and not a single decent store in range. The sky was dyed milky grey as if I was driving in the path of Hell. In a way I was….Ah Maya was right-I always over exaggerate.
The road was unsurprisingly bumpy, keeping Doll awake. Honestly I was glad, I wasn’t the only one awake.
The steering wheel was hot and slick with my sweat from hours on the road. I deserved a break.
“I’m taking a pit stop.” I said
“Good idea, I’ll prepare some lunch.” She rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes.
I parked my baby at the side of the forest. Then I covered it with dead grass and twigs. Dios knows what animals or felons might come and snatch her away from me. Meanwhile, Doll gets a can of food, a pot, a portable stove, cooking utensils, plastic cutlery and a Prussian blue blanket to sit on.
I stretched my arms like a cat and flopped down on the blanket. Driving was awesome, but man did it take a lot out of you. Doll twirls the handle of the gas pump of the portable stove and a cobalt fire lights up. I watched as she dumped preserved ravioli in a pot and stirs it contently.
She was certainly something, one minute gushing about the details of her favorite gun, the next confessing her grandma’s secret recipe for butter cookies.
I was about to take out my camera from the trunk from the passenger compartment until the branches crunched in the pleasant silence. The source of the crunching could either be a big animal or an obese lunatic. I hoped it was the latter.
I snapped my head to a grizzly bear almost the size of my baby marched towards us, baring its jarred teeth. Without delay, I raced behind my baby on instinct as Amelia slipped out a pistol from the stocking of her dress. She pointed the gun to the sky, pressing a hand to her left ear and pulls the trigger.
The ear-splitting noise scares the beast and dashes where ever he came from. I shivered, still behind my car.
“ Lunch is almost ready. He’s gone now,” She reassured.
“How do you know if it was a he. What if it was an expecting mother?” I scrambled to the blanket.
“ Male grizzly bears are usually larger and females usually have shorter legs. Plus he walked in a sway…I guess you could you call me a bearologist.”
“ That isn’t a word.” I distributed the ravioli into equal proportions on two disposable plates.
Nothing like tasteless ravioli after going face-to-to face with a bear.
“It is. There’s a word for everything…And I can make a few, you know” She handed me the disposable forks at the side of the blanket.
“ Everything?”
“Everything!”
“ Then… what’s the word for that white cap Jewish guys wear?”
“ Yarmulke.”
“Another word for…dictionary.” I waited for the ravioli to cool down.
“Lexicon.” She wiped her palms with a wet cloth.
“ Somebody who really likes rain?”
“ A pluviophile.”
“Dang you’re good.”
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She scratched behind her neck, a smug grin spreading across her face.
Driving with her would surely be a ride.
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