David stopped the engine and hooked the chain around his trusted Suzuki 950. He felt tired after his 250 miles journey from the South. He unlocked his luggage and walked toward the bar. He needed to move, and hoped Suzy would be there so he could access his room. He was happy to be back after a season picking up berries in the fields, under the scorching sun, happy to see his old friend again.
He entered the bar. It was deserted.
"Suzy ? Are you there ?"
A muffled voice answered "Coming" from afar. A few minutes later, they were greeting each other with a large smile.
"Nice to see you back, old friend !" Suzy started. "The season has not started yet, but there is still plenty to do before the holiday makers arrive. And the forecast announced snow for next week too. Well, I'd better open your room for you and go on with my jobs. You can take your time, Max will not be back before dinner tonight anyway."
"I think I'll go for a walk. I need to move my legs !"
He took his key and went upstairs. His room was overlooking the woods and from his window he could see the top of the slopes. He was glad to be there.
He took his boots from his bag, put on another layer, took his backpack, filled his flask of water and went back downstairs.
"See you in an hour or so !"
"Bye !"
He was off, in the woods, on the muddy track, with only birds for company : bliss ! He liked to be alone under the sky, filling his lungs with the fresh air and listening to the wind in the trees.
He thought of this last 6 months, the hard work on the farm, the foreigners he had met, the money he had made. He was getting close to realize his dream. One day, soon, he would have enough money to set up his own business, travel around the world.
But the last thing he needed was an anchor...
He entered the bar. It was deserted.
"Suzy ? Are you there ?"
A muffled voice answered "Coming" from afar. A few minutes later, they were greeting each other with a large smile.
"Nice to see you back, old friend !" Suzy started. "The season has not started yet, but there is still plenty to do before the holiday makers arrive. And the forecast announced snow for next week too. Well, I'd better open your room for you and go on with my jobs. You can take your time, Max will not be back before dinner tonight anyway."
"I think I'll go for a walk. I need to move my legs !"
He took his key and went upstairs. His room was overlooking the woods and from his window he could see the top of the slopes. He was glad to be there.
He took his boots from his bag, put on another layer, took his backpack, filled his flask of water and went back downstairs.
"See you in an hour or so !"
"Bye !"
He was off, in the woods, on the muddy track, with only birds for company : bliss ! He liked to be alone under the sky, filling his lungs with the fresh air and listening to the wind in the trees.
He thought of this last 6 months, the hard work on the farm, the foreigners he had met, the money he had made. He was getting close to realize his dream. One day, soon, he would have enough money to set up his own business, travel around the world.
But the last thing he needed was an anchor...
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