[/colorBut now, Father had died. And the truck had been taken to a junkyard years ago. And the highways and freeways were all gone. She knew now that she would have to walk to go to any of those places she remembered, but they were too far for her to make the journey. She had grown up there in Los Angeles for most of her childhood anyway, untill her Father had inherited the house out here from his parents. It wasn’t that attractive; just a small, one-story house. No bells or whistles. Nothing. But it was still a house and her Father had shown much pride and care for it.
She stood by the side door for a while longer, watching the sun set. To the north, off in the distance, she could see a high mountain range that spread across almost the whole horizon. To the south, there was nothing but haze. To the east, she knew there were cities. Cities that spread all over the horizon. Cities that once lived, but were now almost all in ruins. She sighed. She wished she could have lived in her Gramomma Milla’s time. Everything had been so much better back then. But even Milla was gone. And with Milla, everything seemed to die as well. It was depressing, but true.
“So you’re not even going to ask why I’m late?” The voice startled her. She spun around to find herself face-to-face with Alex.
“Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot we even planned anything for tonight,” she replied flustered by his unannounced prescence.
“Well, we don’t have to do anything special if you don’t want to,” he said, shrugging. “That’s fine with me.”
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