I finally walked out of the bathroom, just as everyday, Sarah had picked out for me what to wear , a black suit.
“You didn’t cut the ugly beard, let alone shave your face,” she complained, I shrugged as I raised the black T-shirt. She immediately moved out giving me space to wear. When I was done I got out, I combed my hair and held it in a ponytail.
Sarah stood in the corridor waiting for me.
Just like she had promised, we went to the city to look for her, when we were half way to the city. We stopped because Sarah felt nauseated. She gave me her phone.
I held it in my hands as she went to the roadside to ease herself.
What’s wrong with her today, I thought.
She was taking so long to come back, then I switched her phone on, peered at the time, I had hardly noticed it, her wallpaper.
