TITLE: Beyond the River
GENRE: Literary Fiction
The revolving doors kept spinning, taking people into the terminal and simultaneously spitting them out into harsh sunlight. Brad straddled his bags and watched travellers hurry past while, thirty feet away, Dean paced on a broad slab of cement. Dean’s voice cut through the distant jet engines and passing cabs as he talked on his cellular phone. With his eyes, Dean directed Brad toward the ramp leading to SFO arrivals. A black Range Rover with tinted windows and glistening rims rounded the corner.
Dean nodded, seemingly seeking rare approval.
Apparently this is what we’ve been waiting for. Brad eyed the approaching SUV—the low profile tires all wrong for jeep trails with deep ruts and jagged rocks. It would be more at home in a music video than the wilderness. When we pull into the campground, everyone will think we’re total a*******. Brad crossed his arms over his chest.
Years ago, in such a situation, the same thoughts would have come to Brad, only he would have ignored them and nodded enthusiastically to stay on Dean’s good side. Now, at the start of what was supposed to be a way to leave things better between the two of them, he only felt displeasure. The compulsion to continually mask his true feelings was fading quickly. He didn’t need to do it anymore.
Dean covered the receiver with his free hand and shouted, “First class all the way.”
The SUV glided to a stop alongside a line of cars that were tight to the curb.