Greta (pathofcinders) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2016-04-29 11:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | greta morgan |
WHO: Greta (narrative)
WHEN: 26th - 30th
WHAT: Movement
The drive was going to be a little over twenty hours and Greta resolved to do it more slowly than she had her first cross-country driving experience when she'd moved to New York. She'd pushed herself then and driven too long and it had been too stressful. This time she planned to avoid stress.
She drove for six hours on the first day, leaving New York and heading out onto the road with podcasts and music for company. The first night she got a cheap hotel room in Pennsylvania, and went running in the nearest park, half expecting a wolf at her shoulder with every turn. But there were no wolves here, just a few men who called out of a car at her.
(She didn't admit to herself that she ached to hear the snap of powerful jaws behind her.)
The next morning before she got going again she picked up a postcard from the closest post office - a generic and garish thing with a collage of photos and WASHINGTON, PA! written in yellow across the top. After addressing it her father and uncle she wrote, A stop off on a longer journey. I promise I'm safe and I know what I'm doing. I'll see you both again soon xx Greta
The second night she skipped a hotel and slept in the car, and on the third night she did the same, eating McDonalds in an empty carpark and curling up under her blankets in the backseat.
On the forth evening, as dusk was coming in from the east and the sky was littered with purple and pink clouds, Greta pulled onto the grass next a dusty country road and looked across to the tiny park and its little brick monument.
It was quiet as she stepped out of the car, the loudest thing around being the sound of her door slamming behind her. Greta could hear no birds but she didn't know if she was making that out to be more than it was. She didn't know yet what she was supposed to be feeling here.
Her boots on the loose gravel sounded too heavy as well, the crunch underfoot feeling like it was drawing too much attention. But there was no one around in sight to even see her, but she kept looking around herself as she approached to read the plaque on the bricks.