In the plaza as he saw Adoria for the first time Donny realized the stones beneath his feet were uneven and worn beyond anything he’d seen in the states. While looking at the stones to contemplate this fascinating concept Donny tripped and fell right into the Adoria. Who, being a woman, screamed quite loudly and pushed Donny back causing him to trip again and hit his head on the very fascinating stones, which as it turns out are not as fascinating once they have cut your head.
Adoria was not the sort of woman any man dared refer to as a girl. She had the ethereal elegance of a woman who had been around for a hundred years and to whom nothing could ever seem surprising. Donny never gave too much thought to the fact that Adoria had just a little too much ethereal, cool posse for someone so young. At least he didn’t think about that until the three-and-half seconds before his demise. Instead Donny got to know Adoria and let her guide him around the north, exploring old caves and dancing in candle light under the oldest olive trees one could ever hope to be witness to. Their knarly bark and silky leaves reflected in Adoria skin and sometimes, given the right light it seemed as though Adoria’s skin was made of accent olive trees. But as quickly as the candle flickered Adoria’s skin regained its honeyed radiance and Donny continued on his path, little realizing what would lurk beneath the olive trees within a day’s time.
The morning that would be Donny’s last started beautifully, the sun was glowing above the green trees and bushes. The whole world had a vibrant feeling of being in technicolor. But Donny still felt an unease, as though a bad thing were about to happen far away and would somehow affect him. Donny mentioned this to Adoria and she laughed and then realizing his earnestness she tilted her head and told him a story:
No one ever found out where Donny went after his last hushed call to his brother. The police searched and the news bobble-heads of the day all talked in great length. Where could this American have gone to? But the only trace ever found was a burnt-out olive orchard and stories from old grandmothers that made no sense.