Rocky Road

Rocky Road

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"Its a known fact the dark skinned girl never gets to drive off into the sunset with the hot guy." Hugo juggled the keys in his hands walking to the driver's side. "Who says?" "The world." "Well did the world ever get to tell you- driving into the sunset with the hot guy is so overrated. They never show you the end of the road- the part were they may or may not have crashed and burned. I mean I would prefer sitting in a convertible on a hot summer day- a plate of Rockies between us- sipping ice tea watching the sunset, to me that's a better gauge of reality... but I guess we could always do like the movies just this once." I smiled and he smiled slipping on his shades. We were on a long journey to discover beauty as Hugo put it. Now its the only thing I look forward to as I sat in his shiny blue convertible mustang, the wind greeting us like long lost friends, the sun burning brighter than ever and I relishing, relaxing and resting my favourite grey Docs on the dashboard looking at Hugo's unique and exquisite features through our matching RayBans whilst he drove. These were the kind of days that I have come to deeply and truly admire. ---- A story about Beauty "As long as you live outer beauty will never sustain you." © copyright 20 march 2014- suckerforfictions

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