54. Motel

She had come for him. This place had nothing to do with her and every aspect of it stung her skin. She only felt herself if he was there, and now he wasn’t. It was crippling. The idea of creating a new environment for herself was more than she could bear. She got in her Mustang and drove back to the city.

53. Sao Paulo Trees

She lay in wait to join the rest. Few would even notice the unveiling, just the ones who built her with their sheer ideas that came to limestone life. Her final resting place was to be here and she would live out her long days slowly becoming elegantly decayed. It was useless desire to ever be the maiden again.