Chapter 3

The side of the road gave her peace. Fences kept her from wandering to far. Wild flowers brought her mother to mind. Mother always used canning jars for vases. She picked a few for the car and put them on the dashboard. It would be dark soon.

Chapter 2

The days of driving started early. Everyday there was a pulling, sometimes forward, sometimes back. She continued to drive. Stopping was sometimes necessary to let her mind catch up with the journey her body had already made.
The face was never far. Sometimes it would show up in the clouds gated between the mountains. It never lasted. Each mile let it dim and grow more transparent.
Soon she would not remember at all.

Chapter 1

Many would wear sandals. It was June in Tennessee and the day would bring a damp heat. The day would be remembered not because of what was said but because of who attended. It was an honor to speak non the less.
The grass brushed her toes as she sat down in the back row. There was a need to see how many chairs stood in front of the stage. From the back there seemed less. A small comfort.
She would leave the stage at two pm. This would be graduation, the end of college and the end of a relationship. No goodbyes.
The car was packed. Go west. It seemed so clear.
Go west.