a blur of cheap hotels , fast food dinners , long days and nights of driving , road 50.
eyes focused on the road ahead, her hands gripped tightly on the steering wheel, looking over her shoulder to observe his sleepy form on the backseat. snores. but she didn’t mind. she smiled in the rear-view mirror. nothing but darkness, his breath, stars above them and the motor’s music. an old mercury Cougar. his mercury Cougar. “tired of the east coast” he said one day. “i want the Pacific” she wished one night.
they had met somewhere in Indiana, shared a cigarette, but never their names.

16.01.2016 в 20:16
Пишет  a.e.housman:

ᵇᵘᵗ ˢʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃᶰ
ᵃᶰᵈ ʰᵉ ᵒᶰˡʸ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵃᵗ ʰᵉʳ ˡᵒᵒᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵒᶜᵉᵃᶰ

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