this morning #165.

this morning, the crash was awash in the ashes of her former life. it had been unpredictably smooth sailing since she fled her hometown in the fallout from a series of misguided decisions. fast foolish crimes brought on by desperation. now it was all catching up with her as she sat here in this roadside motel with the curtains drawn, keeping her in the dark. last night, the isolation had finally overwhelmed her & a new kind of desperation led to an ill-advised phone call to her best friend that would lead to a phone call to the authorities that would soon lead to her inevitable downfall. she didn’t know it yet but this would be her last morning of freedom. she probably should’ve done more with it.