Two for the road...

Hey nice pic there Chief...

Okay, so I have read and found there's a couple of different camps. First there are writers that go and make out an outline, they have their charachters, and they stick to what is on their outline. Then there's the other guys. The rebels. They sit and they watch that cursor flash until their Muse shows up and says "Ok boy's let's see what she's got in her pants."

I'm such a rebel...

Let's see where the boys have got to.

As we neared The Edge, Chester Elementry came into view. It's four brick buildings spread amongst a wide expanse of white concrete all surrounding a flag pole that with it being summer waved no banner. We crossed the empty street and I looked out beyond the playground, and the expanse of fields behind the school that reached out to The Edge and beyond. The heat rays coming off the ground made what I did see look like a mirage. It had to be.
"You see that?" Jo-Jo whispered?
I snapped out of the mirage induced trance and looked at Jo-Jo who stood still beside me still straddling my bike. Neither of us had realized that we had stopped. From this distance it looked to be one large white tent. Not the kind of tent one associated with circuses that flew the brightly colored banners of Barnum and Bailey but more the kind you saw in those civil-war westerns with cigar-smoking charachters of men with no names. Trucks and maybe what looked to be wagons were at one end and animals, maybe horses or other large pack type animals that you would see on their way to gold country along the Oregon trail.
Jo-Jo and I were speechless. I have no idea how long we sat there staring into the heat induced rays. Looking back on it I wonder if we were being called.
"So we gonna go check it out already?" It wasn't Jo-Jo's voice. It was Troye's.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demanded.
"Watch your mouth." She reprimanded sounding evermore like my mother.
She took a defiant step ahead of us towards the magical field which was cut short as i spun her back towards me. "I said, what the hell are you doing here?"
She looked down at my tightening grip on her arm. "Want to make sure I don't get away?"
Jo-Jo laughed and I had to give him another look. Sometimes he forgot who's side he was on.
I let Troye go. 'Well?" I tried to sound unfazed.
"Mom said i needed to stay out of the way and thought the best way was to go with you."
"No." I said
"So what's that."
"No." I repeated. Why did I always have to repeat myself?
"Gypsy tent city." Jo-Jo said
"Am I talking to myself?' I said with my hands outstetched
"Only if you're staying here." Troye squared herself towards me.
Jo-Jo at times like this, and yes there were quite a few, had the ability to become invisible. Not bad for a fat kid.
Troye arched one eyebrow and crossed her arms. "Well?"