Flashy Flashers, Inc.

He had an accent. I do not know where. And smiled to serve customers who sat on the small terrace. Street, horribly commercial. Time, terribly summer. Mom, Neil and myself incredibly hungry. Her short hair, smiling eyes, small and cluttered appearance. Should be an exchange student, Erasmus scholarship, maybe. He went to put the blue paper tablecloth rose moved by air. She looked at us funny gesture that he was wearing, and who has a pair of earrings.

"The wind always takes all.

And he left. And left her sentence hanging by a thread, which probably also had to go with the wind. And I remembered abook. A movie. Some beaches. One afternoon. Some travel. Some words. Some people. And the many things that the wind had blown. And I wondered if the wind had brought her here. Or had ever taken something away. Because there seemed to be sentenced something. It seemed a forecast, not the speaking time of meteorologists. It seemed a prophecy of something to come. Or not. But there they left while we were talking about snacks or meals. There let the wind. So that. That wind.

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