Bring the Rum

Get used to the lonesome
Girl, you must atone some
- The Shins

"We are all worried sick," the note begins. "Your sudden disappearance has caused us much distress. Where have you been? You are reading this note which means you are back. You have done a lot of wrong that you must atone for. You can start by doing a turn at the oval."

I sigh and change my pretty shoes for roller blades. Punishments, punishments. Fuck.

This oval that they are talking about is a complex roller-blading rink complete with landscapes and seascapes and whatever view you can imagine.

I skate out to it with a heavy heart, deliberately ignoring the gorgeous scenery and not looking any of the other skaters in the eye. Alex Vista sees me and exclaims that he misses me and since I am going for a turn, he might go for a turn too and he runs inside to change.

"Bring the rum!" I yell out to him as he disappears.