“Damn it! I wanted to eat some Turkey” I said. Here I was, in the middle of nowhere in Colorado. Stuck with Mickey, of all people why Mickey? “It’s overrated, well stop at a restaurant an order some ok?” Then he went on talking about how he made a dude look like a fool in a club. I was barely paying attention looking at the road, just barely exchanging the mandatory words so to not appear disinterested. The last thing I needed was to have him start nagging because of my silence. So I endured his annoying ego just to make the time less of a drag. Still… I admit I would swap a visit to the dentist than to hear Mickey Talk.
We’ve been on the road for two days. We were supposed to be back home yesterday, but at last minute our boss called and told us to stop by Broomfield to meet a client. Sales for our construction company were descent, However with this client the company could have a substantial margin of profit. I was the companies best sales representative: yet I was and still scared of planes hence, the road trip. We were offered a bonus if we did this. We met the client, made a deal and were on our way back. My thoughts often Lingered on the roasted turkey, the way mom does it. It was hard to say to her I wasn’t going to make it home for Thanksgiving.
I looked at Mickey who looked at me perplexed. ”Didn’t you wanted some Turkey? I looked around and realized we were parked in front of a small restaurant. I must had fallen asleep. The restaurant was the kind of restaurant oddly located that you wondered how it made money. Slabs of red stone were behind the building giving this eerie feeling to it. I immediately felt something on my stomach, a deep sadness realizing that I was really away from home and having dinner in this place. We entered and sat on the nearest table we found. I could hear music playing, it was The Door’s “light my fire.” Mickey was about to open his yap again to talk, thankfully his cell phone began to ring. I could tell it was his girlfriend by the sappy ring tone. “Um, I got to take this, you go ahead and order for both of us, I”ll eat the same thing you will”. He stepped outside. I knew he would take awhile, I felt a bit better. Time passed, the waitress took my order and I just waited. I looked for Mickey outside. It looked like he had some explaining to do with his girlfriend about something, just for the looks I knew he would take longer.
“Sad ain’t it?” asked the girl.
She was sitting right in from of me, just like that. How didn’t I notice when she first sat down continues to elude me until this day. She was pale and looked like the wind could carry her away if it was strong enough, she had black hair. But it was the eyes, yeah! there were something about those eyes that suggested age in terms of wisdom, never mind she looked in her late twenties. She had a cigarette in hand. “He’s explaining about a girl that knocked the door of their house looking for him.” “And you know this how?” I asked. She smiled ,”I’m a woman.” She said it so sure of herself that it was hard for me not to take her claim seriously, still I chuckled. In that moment I felt immediately locked into her literally. I tried moving a bit on my seat, I couldn’t. I tried to get up, but felt so heavy that I couldn’t even move a muscle. I should have been scared, ironically I wasn’t. “Who are you?” she stood looking at me for a moment as if to gauge my soul. “Irrelevant at the moment and by the way they can’t hear you. Try it.” How she new I wanted to call anybody I don’t now, I did anyway just for curiosity. I looked towards the counter and called the cashier. “HEY YOU” I shouted loud enough for anybody to hear.” No one even blinked.
“Am I dead?” I looked at her, strangely still not frightened. “No” she said calmly as she smoked. “What do you want from me?” she looked at me and just said “Time, in exchange I will give you insight.” I looked at her perplexed, she continued. “Why are not with your family?”I took a deep look at her. For some reason, I knew she already knew that answer. “Why do you ask?” It was the only thing that came on my mind to say. She inhaled her cigarette. “You hate this job” she said it as a matter of fact. “What are you?” I still pressed. She looked at me and I clearly knew she was enjoying this. Still I continued “Are you an Angel? a demon?”
She tapped lightly her cigarette over the ashtray. I noticed each time she inhaled I felt more tired and heavier. “There’s more in this life than Angel’s and Demons, remember that.” I never forgot. “Time” she paused “Is a valuable thing, don’t you think?” at that moment I accept I was getting concerned about my life. “I do” I simply replied. She smiled, the most beautiful smile I ever saw. She leaned close to me and kissed me. It tasted as vanilla, I couldn’t help to close my eyes “Value your time Jonathan” I heard her saying.
I fell… I fell deep inside myself; it was dark, but it was warm. I hear her voice calling me “Jonathan”. I opened my eyes. Mickey was sitting in front of me looking concerned. Our dinner was served, “You okay? thought I lost you to la-la land.” I nodded. I felt tired, but besides that nothing seemed wrong. After that we continued our journey home. I thought long about it. I kept what happened to myself. I still don’t understand what exactly happened. Still, deep inside me I knew it was real and after that I promised myself to find a better job and to spend quality time with the people I love. I have every Thanksgiving day to remind me.