– Tito, start the car! What is wrong with you? – I finally woke up from the thoughts.
– Nothing. I am al right, – I tried to sound naturally though my mind was full of questions.
The car started very smoothly and it was a great pleasure to drive it. The leather seats and interior was amazing. The old style dashboard suited to the entire interior. I could drive it for hours but our trip unfortunately wasn’t very long. We passed some streets and the old park and Boo told me to stop near the airport.
It was late and all I could see were the shapes of the planes and the airport lights. Some planes just started their trip, other ones just landed.
I remembered the story my grandfather told me once. It was about a young pilot he got shot to the right motor but didn’t give up and tried to reach the enemy’s hide and accomplish his task. He was successful but he died in stupid accident while his drank captain played with his gun. The bullet hit his head.
…and I am here now to accomplish my task though I still don’t know what exactly it is.
Great story! Now, if he could only remember his task. LOL!!
the problem is Boo is not very talkative and he will just very slowly discover Tito’s task ☺ Thanks for your comment!
Thank you for explaining. 🙂