Quitting

It was a rainy day, solemn and quiet, Jules sat beside Sara and wept at his realization.

"Sara?"

"Yes?" she replied, her erratic hair cascading from her angelic golden skin. "I, I have to tell you something," Jules muttered.

"What is it?" she said moving closer towards him, wrapping her arm around him and staring deep into his eyes.

"I think I'm going to-"

"Your going to quit the fucking band!?" she screamed at him, all love lost from her body.

"I have to. I'm going to do it. I'm going to quit the band and move back to Santa Fe," Jules said and walked into the kitchen to pour a glass of milk. He heard an explosion in the backyard and ran to the door.

It was his guesthouse, or "man-house" as he often referred to it. Sara had threatened to blow it up. and she did. Now on their quaffed green grass were white chunks of a previous retreat to solitude and happiness. A love for Jules, now, a paradise lost.