Crossing Yesterday

“Seriously, Regina, you want to know, in the middle of this ridiculously hot, snake infested pit that we’re going to call a “cabin in the woods” if I brought any Oil of Olay?”
At that moment, and in the blink of an eye, two old friends eyed each other warily and with a certain steel resolve: there were vast expanses of difference that threatened at any moment to boil over… to explode into violent words and feelings…and except for a tremendous amount of discipline – and the perfectly timed hair raising scream, it probably wouldn’t have ended in the comical way that it did. Once again, however, fate reminded them of the ties that bound them together – whether it be because of their shared experiences, beliefs, or simple need to survive. This time, it was the need to survive. The question about the Oil of Olay, and the unleashing of harsh words, erased in the exact moment they heard the blood curdling scream.