Próza - Povídky & Drabbles
Pozn. autorky: Inspirováno songem Boston od kapely Augustana.
The road stretches before me, endless and quivering in the heat. Another day, another city, hundreds of miles. I sit on an empty bed in a cheap motel room the night I turn twenty two. So lost in I-don't-know-where, with nothing but my heartbeat for company. The morning wakes and I hit the road again, blinded by the sun. The air gets colder, the wind blows strong and soon there's snow. Snowflakes kiss my cheeks when I stop and step out. Clean, pure, perfect. I leave summer behind and drink in the winter. I think I'll start a new life.