Back on the road, Frisca stood there waiting for Vlade to show up. It had been quite a while since she’d been standing there in anticipation. Wondering what was taking him so long to return, she stared at the vineyard and tried to see if she could spot him approaching. The cuts on her arms were still fresh, it continued to bleed and made her sick. Seeping from her cuts, it formed patterns as it rolled down to her fingers.
“What’s taking him so long?” she wondered in boredom and kicked a tiny rock.
She was desperately in need of water to clean her arms and quench her thirst. Hence without thinking further she decided to find some on her own and ventured into the vineyard on the other side of the road. She purposely chose the other way to avoid Vlade and his narcissist attitude.
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