midnight ride

Nighttime. Driving down the highway with her windows down, the girl hopes that she would be lucky enough to go unnoticed yet one more night, with her one working headlight and expired vehicle tags. She makes a mental note to call a mechanic in the morning to get some minor repairs scheduled. The cool air breezes away the tensions of the day, and she breathes deeply and wishes for a cigarette, the one that is only desired when the mind and body are relaxed at last.

She’s finally found a moment’s clarity where who she is becomes clear.. a perfect storm? Lately she’s taken to wearing a rosary around her neck even though she isn’t Catholic, out of sight but close to her heart to remind her to stay focused on whatever greater purpose may exist. She flicks a glance in her rear-view mirror. He wants so much from her, much that is deserved and much that remains to be asked for… but how much to give, how much to give? How much will be enough? She touches the tiny crucifix now, thinking in this rare moment that she has been brought to this point in her life, in his life, by a cosmic karma. There is a reason. It makes so much sense that it dazzles — the feeling is oddly disorienting, and the girl blinks with a sense of deja vu.

A quiet joy settles in her belly. Cosmic karma or no, she has not forgotten who she is or how she got here. Lessons etched into her soul by time aren’t easily forgotten.. but seem to have been temporarily suspended.

Driving down the highway, towards the man’s house. Anticipation roils.

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