Armani Hollindale
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Three Days Late
Carl insisted, for some unforeseen reason, now was the time to help his little sister, who had come to visit for the week upon deliberate circumstances of having nowhere else to stay between moving states and having just sold her only mode of transport (which could have doubled as a place to live). Now was the time he’d offer, in a manner as if it were his own desire, to return the DVD’s she’d hired from a nearby, but not near enough in walking distance, rental store, which also sold used DVD’s. Frayer had waited for his interest to surface in desiring perhaps a new DVD to purchase, so she didn’t have to ask directly for his service of taking her there, despite the 40c per day late fee slowly compounding against her will. After a swift and possibly exciting interest in the small venture took them to the car, doors locked behind – the drive which followed was silent. Frayer’s close to comfortable feeling of being part of the family at once, was only at once, and now gone. The two DVD’s en route for return, Elephant and Shutter Island, steady in grip for the next twenty minutes as Frayer sat silently and attempted to move only with the motion of the car and not against it, in response to Carls faintly erratic driving. Poker faced in embarrassment partly for thinking for a split second she had a moment to gain a situational heart-warming connection and partly for not having watched one of the movies in grip of her hand for a painstakingly long amount of time now. Gus Van Sant’s direction of an arthouse classic, now contributing to the mixed emotions of a young girl sat on the real leather of a car seat, as opposed to the faux leather that finds itself in a sea of rows in theatre.
By Armani Hollindale3 years ago in Families