The long route back to the beach did not pass through any panda fields or council estates or industrial ambush sites or forbidden zones of alien junk and beyond those four types what danger was there, really?
It took them a while to find the spot they’d left as it was a few hundred metres from the road, and, as they trudged like geriatrics across the sand to kill a little bit more time, Sila talked about what to do next, and when the best time would be to ditch the demon killing weirdo cos, although he hadn’t done anything explicit to them yet, he had passively forced them to hold his hand in Barcelona the whole day and never explained why, just said it was smoother if they all stuck together, and he hadn’t even talked to them most of the time
every time they’d stopped somewhere, like Burger King or the zine place, he’d simply opened his Spanish textbook and started studying
not even a request for one of them to test him on his vocab.
‘Only time he does speak is when he’s trying to talk us into something. Like that stowaway train debacle.’
‘I think he’s useful,’ replied Joanna, picking up a lump of wet sand and throwing it into the sea.
‘Your cabinet mission. Demon killing. In other places.’
‘Places like three metres outside Ljubljana castle?’
‘One day, maybe. Why not?’
Sila picked up sand of his own, moulding it into a disc and trying to skim it along the surface of the tide.
It didn’t work.
just sank diagonally.
‘Look, I don’t mind the guy most of the time, when he’s not telling me to fuck off…but he’s too unstable. See what he did to that guy in Burger King?’
‘Yes, you did. He walked in and came back out with blood dripping down his nose. Must’ve beaten the guy up. Maybe worse.’
‘Okay. We’ll avoid Burger King.’Continue reading