by Laura Payeur
Copyright 2012 Laura Payeur
Published by Laura Payeur at Smashwords
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and events are solely the product of the author's imagination or are used fictiously. The use of some licensed products have been used without permission, however, not in any defamatory manner. Any resemblences to actual persons living or dead, businesses, places or events is entirely coincidental.
Maia didn't know exactly where to go or what to do, but she knew it was time to move on. She'd more than worn out her welcome in this town. Tossing her few meager possessions in her black duffel bag with the frayed handles. She threw on her jacket, grabbed her shoulder bag and duffel and then hurried out of the motel room to her rusted old blue Nova. The car technically wasn't hers, she'd won it in a poker game three years earlier, but that's a whole different story. She tossed the duffel in the back seat and her shoulder bag in the front.
Thick dark clouds were rushing in from the east. A storm was coming in from the coast, she was heading north and could hopefully avoid it. From the smell of electricity in the air, it wasn't likely. Maia sat behind the wheel, the engine idling, looking at the ratty wipers. They weren't going to handle the heavy downpour that was headed her way. She sighed. Wasn't that the story of her fucked up life? She lit a cigarette and put the car in REVERSE, the engine rumbled as she backed out of the parking spot outside of room 14 of the SunCross Motel, just another dive along a crappy interstate, and then tore out of parking lot. She was already skipping out on her bill, and the manager was going to be highly pissed off, if not disturbed, when he found what she'd left behind.