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Annabelle Stevens loved the peaceful serenity of driving at night. The slight hum of her car, the soft breeze blowing through her cracked window and the low music coming from the radio. She loved that there would be twenty minutes between the last car she had passed and the next. She enjoyed seeing all of the little towns when they were empty and looked abandoned and forgotten. But most of all, she loved the feeling that she was putting so much behind her, every mile on the odometer was further away and Annabelle loved to feel far away from what she was leaving behind.
She had forgotten how many times she had packed up her old [car/truck?] and hit the road, how many places she had lived, how many jobs she had worked... she had traveled from one side of the country to the other and then from the top to the bottom and back living in apartments and houseboats and even her [car] that one week in South Dakota. There had been so many different jobs and Annabelle had learned long ago that she could do just about anything. She had painted, cleaned, cooked, welded, sailed, taught, bagged, stripped and even written for the local newspaper at one point in time [more jobs? less?]. She just considered herself adaptable and capable and happy to learn new things. She never chose the job for the job itself, she just went where she felt she should be. It was the same with the towns that she chose. She would drive and drive until she felt a place pull at her and then she would pull over and unpack. She would stay long enough for her past, for the pain, to catch up and then she would leave it behind and move to the next town. She loved new places, new people and the thrill of finding them. She had never felt the urge to stay in any one place for more than a few months, there was too much out there.
Dawn was beginning to break. The sky was changing from black to that blue that only happens an hour before you see the sun. Annabelle glanced down at her watch and saw that it was almost six. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, only that she had crossed into Texas at nine o'clock the night before and had been heading South ever since. The heat appealed to her after months of snowy winters and she was sure that she would find a town South Texas that called to her. She reached down and adjusted the radio to another station since the one she had on before had faded out.
[radio talk?]
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She had forgotten how many times she had packed up her old [car/truck?] and hit the road, how many places she had lived, how many jobs she had worked... she had traveled from one side of the country to the other and then from the top to the bottom and back living in apartments and houseboats and even her [car] that one week in South Dakota. There had been so many different jobs and Annabelle had learned long ago that she could do just about anything. She had painted, cleaned, cooked, welded, sailed, taught, bagged, stripped and even written for the local newspaper at one point in time [more jobs? less?]. She just considered herself adaptable and capable and happy to learn new things. She never chose the job for the job itself, she just went where she felt she should be. It was the same with the towns that she chose. She would drive and drive until she felt a place pull at her and then she would pull over and unpack. She would stay long enough for her past, for the pain, to catch up and then she would leave it behind and move to the next town. She loved new places, new people and the thrill of finding them. She had never felt the urge to stay in any one place for more than a few months, there was too much out there.
Dawn was beginning to break. The sky was changing from black to that blue that only happens an hour before you see the sun. Annabelle glanced down at her watch and saw that it was almost six. She wasn't sure exactly where she was, only that she had crossed into Texas at nine o'clock the night before and had been heading South ever since. The heat appealed to her after months of snowy winters and she was sure that she would find a town South Texas that called to her. She reached down and adjusted the radio to another station since the one she had on before had faded out.
[radio talk?]
(452 words)
(49,548 to go)
typed as quickly as possible by katehopeeden at this ungodly hour: 9:52 AM
2 attempted to destroy my confidence
Did Annabelle Stevens ever go outside US?
I was wondering if anyone would be curious about that :)
You'll see ;)
~K
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