“End of the line, Lady.”
The gravel voice pulls roughly at the edge of Jane’s consciousness. Looking up confused, he motions irritably for her to get up. Jane only turns back into her ball, the darkness slides easily back over her, but a sudden wrenching rips her away. The small croak of what should have been a scream cracks her throat, but the driver doesn’t even give her a second look. His calloused hand scrapes her soft skin. One second she’s comfortable and alone, then suddenly thrust into a world of noise and light, her second birth into the world in a single day. Stumbling around, she finds herself standing before a building, one that she hadn’t thought about in a long time, not since she last saw him. Walking up to the door and pushing it slowly open, she lets her eyes wander over the yellow stained walls, cracking and peeling. She smiles at the worn and patched furniture scattered throughout the lobby. Stepping up to the man at the counter she inquires about her long lost companion. Without even looking up, the old maitre d’ grumbles his ambiguous response. Jane sighs in amused reminiscence and walks the path she knows will lead her to the door he once called home. The course is well lit and she feels a sudden sense of calm and serenity. She opens the door, listening to creak of the hinges and peers inside. The smile on her face widens with each moment, hoping that once she sees him, her world will truly begin anew, or even start from the moment she retreated from it. The old passions and hopes could be reignited and set her soul ablaze. The door finishes its wide arc and thuds hollowly against the wall. She sees nothing. Walking in tentatively, her fingers brush lightly over each item, some familiar, while other items seem new and foreign. A piece of paper sits in the middle of the bed. It has her name printed clearly on the clean white envelope. Carefully breaking the seal and slipping the sheet of paper out, she reads the letter slowly.
“They’re come for us. Wait for me. “
Jane looks at the letter curiously. She didn’t remember anyone coming after her, other than the police the day she ran. This was dated for two days ago, yet she was gone from the world much longer than that… or was she?
She sat on the bed and stared at the open door. He left this note for her only a couple days ago and it told her to wait for him. Though it seemed he had been gone for awhile, waiting a little longer wouldn’t hurt.
As inspired by this photo by Scott James Prebble.
I hope it will suffice.
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