The Meaning Of

During a discussion about the meaning of life with my friend, we somehow began writing this story. I would write an installment, and then she would, completely making it up as we went. This is the result. Basically, for 70 some years, my friend searches for the grand question and answer to the meaning of life. Finally, after all that time, we come in contact again.

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We were here? Already? That seemed a lot quicker than I thought. I looked at the clock and it read 0200. I looked outside and could barely see anything it was so dark out. Jason told me that we had to travel by night now so we don't get seen. Seen by what? What was this place? We quietly exited Jason's vehicle and he told me to lay low and stay quiet. I was a 93 year old woman. Laying low and staying quiet was my profession. Except for talking. I guess I was an extremely loud talker. Where even were we? I followed Jason into this abandoned garage that was about 500 yards from the truck. He told me it was a safe distance in case we needed to escape. Escape from what? Before I could ask, Jason's hand was covering my mouth and he whispered to shut up. We heard talking. Where were the voices coming from? We quietly shuffled over to the nearest window and peered over the windowsill and saw the five men who dropped me off at the Shipyard. Jason asked me who those people were and I said, "They are the ones who kidnapped me!" I must've said that too loudly because one of the men asked, "Did you hear that?" They began walking over towards the window. Jason shoved me down onto the ground and covered us up with a nearby tarp and some heavy metal scraps. The metal scraps were slowly crushing the life out of me. How could he lift these things at the age of 72? He glared at me with a look that could kill a woman. He had anger in his eyes and his jaw was clenched. He somehow managed to politely tell me to shut up. He barely got those two words out before the garage door opened. Crap. What had I done? I just put both of our lives in danger. The men started talking about what could've made the 'mysterious noise.' Just then, Jason accidentally kicked a shovel down. Now the men were coming our way. My breathing was getting weaker and faster due to the crushing weight. Then, suddenly, the weight was gone. The tarp was gone and now we have 5 bright flashlights in our eyes. They picked us up and took us back outside. Someone put a brown sack over Jason's and I's head and I heard two doors opening and then closing. All I knew was that I was by myself. I took the sack off my head and look out the back window and see the other car driving in the opposite direction. Where were these men taking me? Where were they taking Jason? But now I understood. Whoever these men were, they did NOT want Carmen to be found. Now I had to find her. But first, I had to get back to Jason.

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