Runaway Model

She licked her lips, with the window down, going 70 down the express way. Shades on, hair loose, options adundent,
she kept moving on. Sometimes she worried if the road would stop and some voice would tell her she found the end of the world. She'd have to turn around and go back to everything.

She imagined "Dead end" signs all along the side of the road, even glued to the cement. Layed at angles and standing on edges. They made sure she would never get to freedom.

Her car radio would only pick up little stations that nothing important played. Mostly static, with the ocasional talk show or preaching. She kept her cell phone in the glove compartment. She could hear it, and wondered if it's batteries have whithered away yet.

It had been along day. Nothing have ever told her to do this before. She left the photos on her kitchen counter for any body to see. Her life was displayed through pictures of instants and moments. A tableau of the ages the contemperary society. Love, and music, and dancing, and fun, and hurt, and family, and learning.

She kept speeding down the highway. She meant nothing, but to herself, it was everything. Completely lightlessness from everything.

In the back of her mind, she was afraid to look at the gas meter. It would condem the moment to reality. Or maybe,
it wouldn't exist. Maybe the car was fake, and she really was at the end of the world.

Maybe if she took her eyes of the road one more time, the cars would disapear, and the road would end. A cliff with only blue skies, and a yellow sign.

The other part of her mind new that the sun would finally set and she'd pull off and find a hotel, or just drift off in her sleep. Maybe, she'd fall asleep at the wheel and crash. If she was lucky, she'd never know, and keep dreaming that she was driving.

But, she didn't think. She kept the radio off, her mind off the cell phone and gas, and eyes on the road. She was moving forward, and had nothing else to do. Nothing to think about, and nothing to worry. The sun was still at high noon, and if the first half lasted this long, there was still much more yet to go.