Across the Mississippi
Another few hours and they reached the center of the country. The sun had begun to shine in the eastern sky and the clear skies had started to appear. They were on Interstate 70 and Kelly was driving. They saw the drive-thru of a McDonald’s and she drove the car right up to the large menu and intercom where orders were placed. They had skipped their dinner and were feeling gluttonous, even in the early hours of the day. They ordered eight burgers, four fries, an iced coffee, and a Coke. They wanted to stock up on food for the coming day. Kelly continued to drive while Ali relished his breakfast. He seemed mystified by all the food in his hands. Once he had had his fill, he opted to drive while Kelly ate.
They reached the bridge crossing over the mighty Mississippi River. Ali looked at the great flow of water beneath them. Kelly looked at Ali and said, “If it would have been any other day, I would have loved to stop here for a little while and take a few photographs.” Ali smiled at Kelly and asked her if she was fond of photography. “Not much, but I do like to try my hand at times. I am using a professional camera,” replied Kelly quite casually and started to look at the road ahead. Fatigue had started to take them over but they refused to take an extended break; however, they did stop on the side of the highway, but for no more than fifteen minutes. They stretched, straightened their backs, and moved on. They chatted about their respective countries and cultures. Ali teased Kelly about her habit of snoring, which irritated Kelly a lot. There was a lot of uncertainty in the future for both of them. The thought of a future together never crossed the mind of either of them. They were trying their best to make the most of whatever they had in the present.