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song_tra_bong) wrote2006-10-10 07:51 pm
song_tra_bong) wrote2006-10-10 07:51 pm
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[ooc: from here]
She drives for three days without stopping. She doesn't need to sleep and, for fear of what dreams may come, she'd rather not.
She isn't sure what state she's in anymore; all she knows is that the land is flat and barren, with nothing much to look at except the road ahead. She likes it this way.
On the third night, she stops for dinner at some generic steakhouse chain; the place is pretty crowded so she eats at the bar. The guy on the next barstool over makes pleasant conversation with her, then invites her back to his place for a drink at the end of the night. He's charming and fairly handsome; he reminds her of Mark and she knows he sees the ring on her finger. She shakes her head and tells him she needs to get back on the road. Somebody's waiting for her.
She drives another sixty miles before deciding that maybe getting an actual night's worth of sleep might not be a bad idea. There's a little motel just off the highway that's fairly clean and doesn't care if you don't have reservations or proper ID, and that you'd like to pay in cash upfront. She overpays them a little for that.
When she gets to her room, she's only half surprised when the door opens up on Milliways. She smiles softly and steps through.
She drives for three days without stopping. She doesn't need to sleep and, for fear of what dreams may come, she'd rather not.
She isn't sure what state she's in anymore; all she knows is that the land is flat and barren, with nothing much to look at except the road ahead. She likes it this way.
On the third night, she stops for dinner at some generic steakhouse chain; the place is pretty crowded so she eats at the bar. The guy on the next barstool over makes pleasant conversation with her, then invites her back to his place for a drink at the end of the night. He's charming and fairly handsome; he reminds her of Mark and she knows he sees the ring on her finger. She shakes her head and tells him she needs to get back on the road. Somebody's waiting for her.
She drives another sixty miles before deciding that maybe getting an actual night's worth of sleep might not be a bad idea. There's a little motel just off the highway that's fairly clean and doesn't care if you don't have reservations or proper ID, and that you'd like to pay in cash upfront. She overpays them a little for that.
When she gets to her room, she's only half surprised when the door opens up on Milliways. She smiles softly and steps through.