But there he was, sitting at a picnic table, leaning on his elbows and fiddling with his phone. She scanned the area for his pack but didn’t see it anywhere. He looked both bored and anxious. And of course he was there to see her. Her first impulse was to avoid him. What would another confrontation accomplish, other than more pain? Nothing had changed since they’d parted three days before, despite his note and the feelings it had provoked. She was well rested, fully supplied and poised to continue her southward journey. All she needed to do before rejoining the trail was eat breakfast and turn in the bucket for recycling. Neither was imperative. She could duck behind the store to the footpath that led across the road to the JMT. He’d be left thinking he’d missed her and she’d be gone, hiking alone as she’d intended. That was, after all, why she was here. She hesitated. Avoiding him was childish. She approached the store, leaned her pack against a post and began transferring the extra food from the bucket into the trash.
What do You think about The Middle Of Somewhere (2015)?
