Short Story: Where was You last night?

Where was You last night? You didn’t know how to answer.

Tired of the long day that burdened him, he was reluctant. He didn’t want to share yet what he was going through. It is true, he knew how to answer that question, he simply didn’t want to. You’s face was pouting when the question was reinforced and kept echoing in his head. For a moment he thought about shouting back an argument for everyone across the globe to hear, satisfying him and the present people, setting free his friend who was supposed to answer the question in the first place.

- We were mowing the grass – said You at last, trying to end the situation as quick and as painless as possible. Nevertheless, after saying that, his voice trembled and weakened by the stress, he wished he could disappear. It was a stupid excuse for a very delicate situation. The whole scenario seemed like an interrogatory now and the surrounding people were also murmuring oddly and suspicious looks. You was wobbling. All he wanted was to relax and sleep and dream about last night and keep last night only for himself and his friend.

“Mowing the grass” wasn’t exactly going to help and his friend now crying and screaming nonsense words were enough for You to understand that. He knew that the truth had to be said. And he looked at his friend again. Even stared at her for a moment; maybe their last moment together. She was on the big wooden chair of her father, almost in the middle of that ample and bright room on the back side of the house, next to the others, howling.

He got, then, all the courage he had left, raised his head again and started to tell the story, word by word, gently looking at each and everyone’s flabbergasted face. Story told, there was nothing else to do. His friend wiped the tears away…