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flyover state

Stepping off of the gravel and into the weeds at the side of the road, she tied back her tangled mass of hair. She hit her keys to check that her car was locked and heard it honk at her as though giving its blessing for her to wander. 319 more words

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watching

They had been sitting in the sun for hours and she could feel her shoulders burning as the straps of her shirt rubbed into them. Her hands were dirty and chapped from the dry heat of the day and her stomach seemed to be rocking even harder than the boat. 320 more words

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tempest

The rain speckled her windshield, giving the street lights watery halos as she passed beneath them. THe wind shook her car in heaving gusts and screamed as it rippedĀ around her. 339 more words

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Something missing... There always is.

He asked, “What are you doing?”

I replied, “I don’t know. I guess I am just sitting in a lonely dark corner and looking at the world pass me by.” 673 more words

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the operative

Time was of the essence, as it always seemed to be.

She had gotten up early to prepare for this moment, but her efforts were worthless now that she was fumbling around the darkened room. 331 more words

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waiting

Going home was always difficult, maybe that was why she had avoided it for so long.

She knew well enough what to expect. Her mother had spent years sitting at the kitchen table, looking out the window, waiting for a man who wasn’t coming home. 330 more words

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that girl who wandered

She felt a hunger for life, a thirst for change.

The monotony of a desk job gnawed at her patience and threatened to drown her spirit in the beige tones of predictability. 334 more words

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