THE DISTANCE
The desert air weighed heavy on Sierra. There was no turning back. Too much had happened. She’d lived a good life. Short, but good. Sierra’s life had been full. She understood the kind of wrong a girl could right, and the kind you couldn’t walk away from. Running was Sierra’s only choice. Starting a new life was her only hope.
The odds were against her and she knew that, but no matter what happened, Sierra had lived. She knew what it meant to embody all of who she was. The right and the wrong, the love and the hate, the thrill of the rain, the depth of unbridled passion.
Sierra put on her sunglasses and wiped the sweat from her neck as she pulled out of the gas station in her beat-up old, sky blue Thunderbird with the top down, and her shoulders glistening under the hot sun. Then Sierra drove off into nowhere, only moving forward, never looking back.
©awgryphon
photograph by Mike Reyfman
The desert air weighed heavy on Sierra. There was no turning back. Too much had happened. She’d lived a good life. Short, but good. Sierra’s life had been full. She understood the kind of wrong a girl could right, and the kind you couldn’t walk away from. Running was Sierra’s only choice. Starting a new life was her only hope.
The odds were against her and she knew that, but no matter what happened, Sierra had lived. She knew what it meant to embody all of who she was. The right and the wrong, the love and the hate, the thrill of the rain, the depth of unbridled passion.
Sierra put on her sunglasses and wiped the sweat from her neck as she pulled out of the gas station in her beat-up old, sky blue Thunderbird with the top down, and her shoulders glistening under the hot sun. Then Sierra drove off into nowhere, only moving forward, never looking back.
©awgryphon
photograph by Mike Reyfman
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