Death Of A Salesman: A Short Story

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“So how does this go again?” You stared at the coin in your hand wondering where in the hell he found this idea. “It’s simple. At every stop, you will flip that coin. Heads: we go right,” he picked the coin up and flipped it in your palm. “Tails: we go left. We just see where it takes us. “And you aren’t gonna let me say no to this, are you?” You pried. Willy let out a loud laugh before shaking his head. “It will be fun! I promise you’ll have a good time.” He pulled you closer by your waist and pecked your forehead, practically dragging you to the car. After about an hour of driving, you had ended up on a highway with no turn offs you could see. The hour absolutely flew by. It was filled with the two of you talking, singing and dancing in your seats. You finally saw a stop sign and flipped the coin: tails. …show more content…

Your eyes veered up and you saw that the pavement turned to sand. There was nowhere else to turn. You looked toward Willy with a questioning look “That means we are here.” He hopped out of driver’s side and went to open the trunk. You got out of your seat to see your boyfriend holding a blanket and a bottle of wine. You smiled, turning around to see where your date was to be set. The small beach was empty, which was understandable. It was almost 10pm. “There’s a few more things in the trunk if you want to grab them.” Willy called out from in front of you. Left behind was two wine glasses and a few hoodies and pairs of sweatpants. You scooped up everything and walked towards the spot where Willy had set up the blanket. It was still warm out, warm enough to swim. Apparently Willy had the same idea. “I know we didn’t bring any swimsuits, but if you want to.” He pulled at the band of his underwear. You rolled your eyes before joining him, stripping down to your

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