Free short stories about Generation End

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STRANGERS AND SUNSETS

strangers and sunsets

“People are yearning to be spoken to. They put on these faces and they complain all the time, but in the end people are so desperate for a stranger to come up to them and speak to them.”

“As long as the stranger is good looking and not a crazy homeless person, right?”

Christie ignored this.

We were driving, up north, and I hadn’t eaten breakfast or lunch, and the sun was strong and it was burning my arms but I kept quiet about it.

We stopped by some tree and ate some sandwiches. I watched the sunset. There are so many things I’ve chosen not to be. A painter, a musician, a guy who cleans elephant shit. Christie leant her head on my shoulder and yawned.