Five Second Story - Part 15

We decided to go back to our seats after the encounter with my new rival. I know it may seem a bit clichéd, maybe, for the Jew's enemy to be a Nazi, but what can I say? It's how it happened. To be honest, I almost wish he wasn't a Nazi – I had hoped the world was rid of those bastards. I still have no idea how he could have made it to Heaven here in God's arena, but I guess He must have looked past the Nazi part of him to find something worthy of recognition. In short, it's beyond me.

As we started back to our seats, Chris stopped short near the girl I mentioned earlier. "Ricky," he said, "do you remember where our seats are?"

I stopped right next to the girl's seat. "Chris," I said, "don't you remember what you escort – what's her name, Ginger? – said about getting back? She said all we have to do is think of our spots and our eyes will be drawn to them. I'll just think of Crys, my escort. It should work. If you can't think of anything that works, just follow me."

"Okay, then," he said.

I directed what thoughts I could toward an image of Crys sitting in her seat and my empty seat next to her. Something caught my eye off to my right. When I looked closer, I saw Crys talking to Ginger at our empty seats. "Chris," I said, "they're over there." I pointed.

"Okay," he said, "I can remember that."

So off we went, leaving my new rival behind us.