They chose the coastal road. It was longer, but they had the opportunity to admire the typical, local Normandy landscapes. Just after seven o’clock, they reached their destination.“Here we are!” Jo was happy that she could stretch her legs out of the car.“Where are we? Where is this wonderful Mont Saint Michel?” Mike began to grunt before he even got out of the car.“Have mercy, man!” Patrick couldn’t calmly tolerate his harshness and comments anymore. He was glad that Jack and Matthew slept over the trip from the chateau, so he had to be quiet most of the route.They were standing right in front of a big gate. Along the road, only weeds, tall hedges, and trees were visible. Jo was talking to someone on the phone in French.After a while, the gate opened. As far as their eyes went, all they could see was a grove of huge trees."You can drive in and park the car, Pat. We'll go on our feet to ventilate and breathe in the fresh air.” As she said, she started walking down the road throu
“I don’t mind sleeping on the sofa in the living room. I just need some sheets and a blanket.” Mike didn’t see a problem with that. He realized that he couldn’t count on Matthew this time.His best buddy was furious as he was the cause that they didn’t catch a direct flight to Paris the previous night and spent it at some small airport.That was all his fault as he was the one to choose cheaper tickets; in fact, he chose the first-best flights from the browser without even analyzing them, but he couldn't admit it.The trip was supposed to be a stress-free connecting flight. He didn’t even check the time they needed to catch the other flight and didn’t consider the possibility of any delays.They were stuck for a night in a shit hole airport, with no decent hotels around. There was no chance of staying in any place with minimum comfort. And all this was because of him.Mike wasn’t busy at work, so he willingly offered to help and find flights for them. He knew that Matthew didn’t like
“Good idea! Why not?” Matthew got up from the sofa, went to the coffee table, poured a glass of cognac, put an icecube in, and then made another glass the same way. He walked over and handed one to Mike and took the other for himself."Enjoy your drink, man." Mike didn't know how to react. He took over the glass, even though he felt that he had had enough alcohol for today. He was already drunk.Matthew continued to stare at him, slowly sipping the contents of his glass. After a while, he left it on the table and gracefully walked towards the piano. He theatrically bowed to his audience.Even though he knew his friend was already drunk, he felt somewhat betrayed.Patrick cheered at the sight of him. He made a place for him on a huge stool as he hoped they would play a four-handed piece together."Can I practice alone for a while?" Matthew asked with a mischievous smile. Patrick nodded, as he could understand that he wanted to warm his hands. He already did that when they arrived, for
Mike was awakened by noises outside his bedroom. We could hear loud conversations in the corridor. Someone was banging on his room door. It took him a while before he began to understand what was happening.“We are going running, man. We're waiting for you downstairs.” He recognized Matthew's voice.He couldn't remember how last night had ended or how he had gotten to his room, much less to bed.‘Damn it! What happened the previous night?’ He wondered as he felt so terrible. He didn't remember drinking much, and yet he had a hangover. He had drunk a lot more than once, but his head wasn't that heavy.Mike considered himself a tough guy. Besides, he came here willingly with three tough guys and he had to keep up with them, so despite great difficulty, he managed to get up.‘My head! Fuck! I shouldn’t drink…’ Hu cursed.He dragged himself into Matthew's room to use his shower. He decided to leave the shaving for later. Somehow he managed to find running shoes and clothes in the suitcase
The guys met outside the house and were waiting for Mike, who they hoped would not show up. They began warming up their muscles in silence. They were in pretty good shape despite having a rather short sleep.Eventually Mike showed up, much to their disappointment. He joined them in their warm-up, despite his headache.“So let's go!” Jack suggested. “I only have a small change of plans.” He added when he started a gentle jog towards the garage.“Fine…” Mike muttered under his breath, firmly squeezing the bottle with the liquid in his hand. He had to survive the next hour and he will be fine. With that thought, he followed them slowly.After a few minutes they were among tall coniferous trees, in a mini line park. This place was intended for children, but there was also exercise equipment for adults."The owner of the house asked us to check and test this place. He wants to know if the place is safe. He made it not only for his seven-year-old nephew, but also for the entire male part of
As soon as Jo realized what had happened, she lost her good mood. ‘It was predictable! Will this asshole ever grow up?’ She cursed under her breath. She felt guilty about letting him come out of the house in such a bad shape at all. She blew into Mike's bedroom, without even knocking the door beforehand, like a hurricane with a destructive force. She was ready to deal properly with her rebellious, bullish friend and all his faults, who tried to disguise from her the fact that he had sprained his leg. The image she saw right after opening the door made her feel sick, as she predicted. She was truly disgusted. Mike's hair was still wet after the shower, and his face was perfectly shaved. He was dressed in a white polo shirt, perfectly ironed, and baggy khaki cargo pants. He was sitting on the bed with his left leg propped up on the bed. His pants were rolled up as he was bandaging his ankle. On the bed, she also noticed a tube of very strong painkiller ointment. “What a fucking as
Mike was really pissed off. He screwed up his vacation, but there was nothing he could do about it. He had to accept and bear with it. As soon as he heard that the car drove away, he got up and jumped on one leg to his suitcase, and pulled out clothes which would be less obstructive in his general movements like, a loose T-shirt and short cotton shorts. He hung his ironed clothes on the armchair standing next to the bed. He returned to the bed and unwrapped the bandage. His ankle didn't look the best. The hematoma was visible on the entire surface of his ankle, despite the already quite large swelling. Considering the state of his injury, he was sure that the best solution after all was to stay at home. He lied down, tipping from side to side impatiently for a while, but couldn't fall asleep. Too many thoughts swirled in his aching head. He got up and decided to change the atmosphere of the semi-dark room a bit. ‘Damnit! It's so dark here!' He muttered under his breath and opene
Mike was lying on his stomach with his head covered with a pillow, asking the heavens for silence. He had never imagined in his life that he would ask for such trivial things. He didn't know for how long he prayed, but he was at the end of his tether. Even if he wanted to leave the house to relocate somewhere in the garden or on the terrace, to not hear the alarm, he was not able to move that far jumping only on his uninjured leg.‘I know it's my fault, but why doesn't Jo have any pity on me? I always thought that she was an angel with a golden heart, but why is she heartless now?’ He made assumptions. ‘She knows I have a goddamn hangover. Plus, I smashed my ankle. Isn't it enough punishment for me to be here, in the middle of nowhere, alone?’Mike thought about so many things looking for a solution and he was really desperate. Finally, some clue appeared in his sore brain. He recalled that when Jo was taking a shower, there was absolutely no noise outside, so there must have been g