after 20 minute...he stops. he stop walking. he turn his head and there's the look again. his face. he's thinking. maybe he try to remember something. maybe.
he look at his watch and start to turn back around...slowly...
he took a small step at first...small step...small step.
he try to navigate whilst trying to figure out something...
he look at his watch again. he stop abruptly. as if he can't believe what he seeing... or maybe he already figure out what was bothering him before.
he turn his head and try to look how far have he walk...he turn his head again and start to run.
faster and faster as he go...
he start to smile...he's running and smiling...
from the look on his face, he's done thinking...about anything...he know where he's heading. running is all he need to do know...and somehow, it become what he want to do now...he's running and he love it...
after a few while... his steps get slower and slower...
slower and slower...until there no use for another step.
he reach his destination. the place where he come from before...
he takes the key out from his pocket and open the trunk. he take the spare oil can, close the trunk, lock it and stood there for a while.
he took out the cigarettes...light it and start to inhale as long as he can.
"is there anything sweeter than this?"
he turn around and start walking again... step by step...
