Three Years
Jamie stared out into the horizon of the vast blue sky. Her body was slick with seventy-two hours of sweat and oil caked onto her pale skin. Her hair was blowing in small strands that had escaped the tight bun she wore. She was tired. Tired of seeing nothing but the road - but everything was perfect. That night in the old run-down hotel room his love was shown. Three years she’d made him wait - wait for a day like today. They didn’t even bother showering the stench off of their tired bodies. Only one thing on both their minds. And they didn’t stop until they both couldn’t breathe. Traveling back to LA was the last thing on both their minds. But it had to be done. Zac took a long drag off of his Winston and flicked the ashes out onto the road behind him. His long blonde hair, greasy from the three days on the road non-stop, looked disheveled and hurriedly blew in the wind. The day was perfect - just right for a long pit stop. |