She sat alone in the dark, waiting by the window to hear the sound of the old pick-up truck. She could hear the loud muffler chug as it pulled up the narrow driveway. She could smell the thick black smoke polluting the air.

The scent was welcoming. She raised herself from the broken chair that creaked like her bones. Her eyes were burning from the fumes, while tears ran down her cheeks. It was the moment she had been waiting for; she was ready. Her driver had finally arrived to take her home.

7:15 PM

Vera Robinson © 2014

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